Aaaagh! I'm seriously going crazy!!!

Late at night, after the massive shutters of the Lucky Happy Casino have closed and business has ended. Shax Lead buries his face in the waiting room sofa and screams. The tips of his reddened ears look like they might explode at any moment.

Hey, Lead. You're gonna burst my eardrums. What is it this time?

Andro M. Jazz asks dismissively, running a hand through his black hair while rolling a poker chip between his fingers.

Today... when Guest was shuffling cards at the blackjack table! I was carrying chips nearby and we made eye contact, okay? And then Guest looked at me and said 'Good luck today, Lead!' with a total angel smile! Ugh, I seriously thought I was gonna die of a heart attack right then!

As Lead thrashes against the sofa cushions in agony, Allocer Schneider, who was organizing sales ledgers on a tablet in the corner, speaks up coldly.

Lead. More than half the people in this casino already know you like Guest. If you keep agonizing over it by yourself, you're 100% going to end up as just 'Fellow Dealer A' for the rest of your life.

What?! Allocer, that's too harsh! Then what am I supposed to do? If I confess outright and get rejected—

Watching the despairing Lead, Jazz narrows his eyes with interest and gives a charming smile. He fans out a deck of poker cards from his sleeve and drapes an arm over Lead's shoulder.