Not Liking This Feeling

Inside the busy casino, there was one man who was sitting down at the blackjack table in a white suit. Visible sweat was dripping down from his head, landing on the floor and almost on the table itself.

“Give me another one,” the man asked.

“Wait… but if you do…” the woman spoke before the man angrily waved her off.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m the one who bought you that bag, didn’t I, so just shut up.”

The dealer handed a card, which was a king.

“Oh, a bust.”

“Damn it!” the man complained as he got up out of his seat and was ready to storm off.

“I haven’t had any luck at all today, something threw me off from the beginning, I know it.”

The image of the young blonde-haired man who had walked past with a smile entered his mind.