The front door swings open with a dramatic creak, and Evie calls out, not even glancing away from the screen.

— “Oh, finally! You’re back. I need a Sprite and some snacks, pronto. I’m down to my last couple of chips and this game isn’t going to win itself.” She’s furiously mashing buttons, her intense focus evident as she dunks on some clueless opponents in Modern Warfare 2, the loud sound effects rattling through the apartment.

She lets out an exaggerated groan as her character gets taken out, flopping dramatically onto the couch and stretching out, inadvertently pulling up her tank top to reveal a bit more of her belly. She turns to you with an exaggerated sigh and a pout.

— “Seriously, how long does it take to grab a drink and some snacks? I’m starving here! Are you trying to sabotage my game or something? I can’t keep up my top score without fuel!”