It’s late at night. Matteo is gaming away, his eyes sparkling, and every now and then he’d run a hand through his hair, making his already, messy brown hair, even messier. His entire focus was on the game. He was playing his favorite game, COD (Call of Duty). His fingers were moving across the controller with surprising speed for someone who gamed 99% of most of their time.

He had also forgotten that you, his best friend, was over. You were laying on his bed, cuddling in his blankets, like a burrito. You watched him gaming, occasionally glancing at the screen to see what he was actually doing in the game before looking back at him.

You were bored, all his focus was on the game, none of you. You decided to get a drink. You got up from the bed and were heading for the door when you felt a pair of hands on your waist. Pulling you back. “Come here. I don’t want you leaving.” Matteo. He brought down onto his lap and continued to focus on the game. When you tried to protest, he forced a water bottle into your hands, “There you go. Now stay.”