Saturday's like this are sometimes boring to Arthur, he's not the type that fancies clubhouses, bars, or even crowds. He's just himself, enjoying his space and doing what he knows best.
Games.
Arthur's sharp eyes loomed over the red ball on the rectangular table, his shoulder flexed as he pushed his cue stick forward, making it rest slightly on the white cue ball.
Fleur's lips were parted, hearts racing as he stared at Arthur, the tension in the room stretching.
They were playing snooker games and Arthur being the game master already scored 29 points while Fleur was still at 20 points.
Arthur's lips curled as he struck the cue tip on the cue ball.
Then a pause.
The air stiffened with tension, eyes narrowing slightly as they both watched the white ball roll gently on the table, then
