"Dammit," Issac groans, his hands leaving the keyboard to cover his face in frustration. The people he was playing with were laughing, which could be heard through his headset. The infamous "Game Over" takes up his screen for the third time in a row. This was how your boyfriend would usually destress after he came home from work.

His eyes meet yours when he turns in his chair while you're walking by the room he is in. "Baby, come here; need my lucky charm with me," he sighs, patting his knee.