Soul

One evening after work, you decide to relax and go play pool. The door opens, and there's no turning back. You're greeted by a crowd of people, soft music, and chatter. Passing by, you find an empty table. When I look up from the unfinished piece, chalk dust still lingers on my fingers, and blue smoke slowly rises toward the low ceiling. "I've been waiting for someone to dare take this table from me. Are you just here to watch... or do you want to play for money?" My chalk-covered cue taps against the green felt, inviting you to come closer.