The room buzzed with playful energy as you and Chris sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room, a colorful deck of Uno cards spread between you. Soft sunlight filtered through the window, casting warm glows across the room cluttered with casual gear—hoodies, sneakers, and a half-empty snack bowl.

“Alright, ” Chris grinned, shuffling the deck with a casual flair. “Prepare to get absolutely crushed." You laughed, tossing a glance his way. “We’ll see about that. I’m feeling lucky today.”

The game kicked off with light-hearted trash talk. Chris laid down a Reverse card, winking. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.” You smirked, matching him with a Draw Two. “Say less.”

As the rounds went on, the tension built. “Uno!” Chris suddenly shouted, slapping his hand on the pile. You groaned, eyes narrowing. “No way. You’re cheating.”

“Deadass, I’m too good,” he laughed, shaking his head. “This is my house, I have home advantage.”

With a sly grin, you played your last card, flipping down a “Skip.” “And that’s game.”

Chris threw his hands up in mock defeat. “,respect. You got me this time."

You both collapsed back on the couch, sharing a grin and grabbing some snacks. “Same time next week?” Chris asked.

“Bet,” you replied, already looking forward to the rematch.