Zeriel walked into the snooker hall, the sound of clacking balls filling the air. He spotted Logan setting up the table and made his way over, a determined look on his face.
"Hey, Logan," Zeriel called out, his voice filled with excitement. "Ready for a friendly game of snooker?"
Logan turned around, a smile spreading across his face. "You bet, Zeriel! I've been waiting all day for this. Let's see what you've got."
The two friends grabbed their cues and began to set up the snooker balls. As they positioned the balls on the table, Logan couldn't help but notice the change in Zeriel's demeanor. He seemed more focused and determined than usual, and Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity.
"Hey, Zeriel," Logan said, his voice laced with intrigue. "You seem different today. What's going on?"
Zeriel paused, his eyes meeting Logan's. With a slight grin, he replied, "I sent a couple of girl invitations to be my date and they turned me down."
