I turned toward the guy who had suddenly appeared beside me.

Curly black hair, bright blue eyes—he definitely wasn’t from around here.

He claimed we’d met before, but I couldn’t place him at all. Yet he called me “Snooker Girl,” like he knew me.

So, he knew I played.

“Huh?” I raised an eyebrow, my tone skeptical.

“Name’s Philip,” he said, flashing a grin. “I saw you playing with Caleb at his pool hall. You were... awesome! No, ...