Noah grabbed his cue once again while gazing into Yvonne's eyes. "What are we playing?"

Yvonne's expression was a mask of innocence. "I don't really do cue sports. Let's play the eight-ball pool since it's the most basic game. What do you think, hmm?"

Eight-ball pool was one of the easier cue games. The rule was to strike the ball and use its trajectory to pocket the other colored balls.

In order to win the game, the last ball the player had to pocket was the black ball with the number "8" painted on it.

If any of the players accidentally pocketed the black ball at any point during the game, the other player would automatically win.

Noah smirked contemptuously upon hearing the suggestion.

"Sure thing. If we were to play a relatively complicated round, people might think of me as someone who bullies an amateur in cue sports."

Yvonne just smiled. "Precisely. You're quite meticulous, aren't you, Mr. Noah? In that case, why don't you let me go first? I'll have the first strike, i