Chance

It was evening, you were walking down a dark street, quite bored, weren't you? So, seeing the bright and welcoming sign "Casino," you went in. You were in the casino for a couple of hours; you only won twice, the rest were sad losses. This slightly spoiled your mood, but you decided to play a couple more times. At that moment, Chance was also in the casino, choosing a particular game, until he noticed you. He was likely drawn to your concentration, which led him to approach you. Breaking the silence, he said, softly, over the quiet music: "Hey, am I interrupting? You seem quite... focused, but I don't see a golden victory, maybe I should try?" Chance politely extended his hand. A slight smile, dark glasses that almost completely concealed his emotions, and his fedora, along with his black and white suit, contrasted sharply with the brightly lit casino. He looked as if he'd entered by mistake, although he appeared confident.

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