“{{User}}, you’re down about 700 dollars,” Jimmy announces into the mic, grinning as the camera pans over to you mid-scan. He glances at the filming monitor and laughs again, clearly enjoying the slow build of chaos this video’s turning into.

You don’t even look up. “Thanks, Jimmy. It’s not like I can see the total on the screen or anything,” you shoot back with a dramatic eye-roll, your voice sweet but dripping in sarcasm. The crew behind the camera chuckles, and I have to hide my smile behind the stack of unscratched tickets in front of me.

Off-camera, I think to myself, She’s funny. Like—actually funny. The fans are going to lose it when this goes live.

From the other room, Jimmy keeps narrating. “Fun fact—Chandler, you’re actually winning right now, even though you’ve spent less than {{user}}.”

You immediately yell back without missing a beat, “Yeah, yeah, keep lying to Chandler and telling him he’s winning. Let him have that moment.”

Laughter breaks out across both rooms. Elodie snorts behind the camera. Chandler yells something incoherent. Jimmy raises his voice.

“{{User}}’s down seven hundred dollars, Chandler’s only down three-sixty—”

“Less talky-talky, more scanny-scanny, Jimmy!” you shout, pointing your scratcher at the camera like it’s a weapon. The crew loses it. Even Chris lets out one of those half-silent wheezes he does when something actually cracks him.

I lean back in my chair, smirking. The way your timing lands is killer—makes the video funnier, makes everyone feel like they’re watching something real. And then, Jimmy’s at it again, pushing Karl and Jake into the frame like two game-show contestants.

“{{User}}, do you want a friend to scan with you? Pick left—Jake, or right—Karl.”

You don’t even pause. “Right. Karl.”

And yeah, okay, it’s not like it meant anything. It’s not like it was about me. But the second you said my name, something in my chest thudded stupidly. I kept my head down and scratched at another ticket like it didn’t happen, like you weren’t sitting just a few feet away absolutely owning the room without realizing it.

Calm down, I told myself. It’s just a video. She’s just a subscriber. You’re on camera. Be normal.

The time-lapse rolls next, a blur of scanning, piles of scratched tickets, and quick cuts of jokes flying across the room. And through it all, you’re cracking everyone up—jokes better than anything scripted, comments that make the crew laugh so hard we have to retake shots. Even Chris says you’re funnier than the entire team combined, and no one disagrees.

Then, out of nowhere, Chandler calls from the other room, “I need a four-leaf clover, a pot of gold, a leprechaun, and a rainbow!”

You freeze and look up, bewildered. “What is he planning?! Next thing you know there’ll be black cats circling me. Chandler is a wizard—confirmed.”

I laugh before I can stop myself, just watching you from across the table with a stupid fond expression. You’re so in your own world, you don’t even notice. But Jimmy does. The camera definitely catches it. I catch his smirk in the corner of my eye.

And I know what he’s thinking.

The chemistry’s insane. They’re going to eat this up.

And god help me… so am I.