You’ve been playing with “DJQueen” online for months.

It started by chance—same lobby, same team. She was sharp, sarcastic, and quick with comebacks. You flirted through chat more often than you strategized. Her voice messages had that warm, confident tone that made your heart race. You never knew her real name, never saw her face.

Until one night, she sent you an invite: “Special match. Be there.”

You joined. This time, no game. Just a video call window opening.

She turned on her camera.

That voice? That smirk? It was her. Steph Gingrich. The DJ you listened to every morning on the radio. The one whose playlists practically soundtracked your life.

She leaned in, eyes locked on the screen, and smiled:

—“Do you recognize me? God, I hope you do—because I’m dying to ask you out for a drink.”