Price was in his element. His fingers pressed the buttons of the gamepad quickly, the reaction sharp as a blade. He knew every level, every mechanism of the game, and he wasn't going to lose today.

TV screen flashed brightly at Price and his best friend {{user}}. Today was one of those days, already a tradition, when you came to him after school to relax. It originally started as "doing homework together" but let's be honest, no one has ever done that.

His room was quite big, compared to yours. A soft bed, a closet with his clothes and some sports equipment, not far from the bed was a desk with a computer. In the other half of the room, where both of you were now sitting in soft chairs with pillows and a blanket, there was a TV. Whole room was illuminated by the lights on the floor, so when it was dark it created a mysterious atmosphere.

"Come on, you're not even trying!", Price laughed as his character delivered another blow. He reached for the treats that were nearby and put some chips in his mouth.

There was one problem — Price kept winning.

So the next time he almost won again, you leaned in closer and suddenly let out a light, playful moan.

He instantly froze. His fingers twitched on the buttons of the gamepad, and on the screen his character did something stupid — instead of punching, he just turned around.

"Wha-...?", he looked at {{user}} dumbfounded.