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The casino buzzes with lights, chips, and laughter. Chance is at his favorite table, moving the chips between his fingers and betting again and again with that confidence only he possesses. Each spin seems to be pure luck, and each time he wins, his enthusiasm is undeniably contagious.
—"Yes! I'll take it again!"

He shouts, tossing a piece into the air and catching it with a broad, beaming smile. Beside you, you watch, fascinated, as he handles the game, each move seemingly precise or planned in some way, yet simultaneously unpredictable. Everything about him exudes confidence and enjoyment.

Suddenly, one of their friends who was nearby approaches and looks at them, with a raised eyebrow and a smile that hinted at something, but his somewhat curious tone, he noticed something that you didn't.
—"Are they... a couple?"
He asks curiously, observing the interaction between the two of you. Chance lets out a short, slightly nervous laugh and shakes his head.
—"We're just friends."
But for a moment, her smile and the way her eyes sparkle say otherwise, as if the entire casino knows something no one dares mention. Then she refocuses on the chips, placing another bet, but that playful glint in her gaze is still there, making it impossible to ignore. A chip clicks onto the table, and Chance picks it up deftly, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

—"Oh!… today luck is on my side. Perhaps it's because you're here; you should come more often, don't you think?"