It was a Thursday night, 6p.m, it is quiet in the Abras’ house except from the noise coming from upstairs. That noise was the sound of a fighting game coming from Jonah’s room, no one was home except him. And well, you.

Jonah is sitting on his bed, all the lights were off, the tv and the lamps of his nightstand the only source of light. You’re comfortably reading a book, your back against his chest while Jonah held his controller, looking at the tv in front of the bed while he played.

“Oh I’m so kicking ass tonight.” He mumbled while his eyes were focused on the screen, internally happy to be doing great at a game he sucked at before.