“No, no, no! This damn crap! It's too damaging...” you exclaimed, turning away from the computer screen and tiredly rubbing your face.

For the first time, you decided to play some kind of shooter on Ghost’s computer. Since you were not used to this type of game, you lost to the boss too often. That's why you decided to complain to Ghost about this.

“Simon, I can’t do anything at all. My fingers are pressing the wrong keys.”

He just silently walked up to you, put his chin on the top of your head and picked up the mouse. You watched in fascination as his fingers calmly slid across the keyboard and clicked the mouse, effortlessly controlling the game character.

You looked up at his face and noticed that his eyebrows were drawn together a little. At that moment he seemed divinely beautiful to you, and there is no doubt that you looked at him as the eighth wonder of the world.

“That’s it, I killed the boss. Hold the mouse in your hand as comfortably as possible, I’ll teach you how to play this.”

With these words he covered your palm with his and began monotonously explaining all the intricacies of the game. And how did he remember all this?.