After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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"Ah, now that's a story." He chuckles lightly, letting go of my hand to shove some fries in his mouth.
"I have time." I repeat his words, a large grin on my face as I catch the straw in between my teeth as I take a large sip of my milkshake.
"I'm here for the same reason you are. Change of scenery. And as for what I do for a living, it's complicated. I don't have what you would necessarily call a normal job."
"You're not a mobster or something are you?" I ask him, making him laugh. But I was in fact being deadly serious with that question. You never know these days.
"Not a mobster." He shakes his head. "I play poker."
"How much poker?" I chuckle. "Because judging by the fleet of cars you seem to own, I'd say you must be pretty good at playing poker."
"I've won a few major tournaments." He grins. "Made a few smart investments with the winnings."
"That's not so complicated." I shrug. "I thought you were going to say rocket scientist or something."
"Definitely not." He shakes his head. "I like to make my money fast and without needing a college degree."
"That makes sense. Why work your ass off when you don't have too right?"
"Exactly." He smiles, making my heart involuntary flutter as it reaches his eyes. "So I have a question that I normally like to ask on a first date." He continues, the mention of this being a date making my eyes widen.
Am I on a date right now? In a run down diner sipping a milkshake through a straw that I've chewed half to death? If it is, I honestly am happy about that. This is much better than sitting in some stuffy restaurant full of stuck up people struggling to pronounce anything on the menu. This feels more... intimate.
"Fire away." I say, reaching to grab a fry from his plate.
"What's at the top of your bucket list?"
Thanking for a second, a smile spreads across my face as I think of the nights I will stand in my garden and stare up at the sky, wishing to be able to see more than what the city lights allow me to.
"I want to see the stars. Like really see them. I've spent my entire life surrounded by light pollution that I would love, just for one night, to be far enough from civilization to be able to see a million stars."
"Wow. That was deep." He smiles, now reaching over to take a sip of my milkshake. Apparently we are now sharing...
"And yours? What's at the top of your bucket list?"
Shifting in his seat, he pushes my milkshake back over to me, casting his plate to the side as he plays with his fingers on the table.
"To finally find a woman that I can say I love you to and mean it."
