Michael had one hand on the joystick, the other furiously hitting the button as he stared down the old arcade machine, the distant sound of children’s chatters, laughs, and cries in the dining area of the pizzeria. “Aghh—!! You suck!” Michael grunted, hitting the machine as the beeps indicated his loss.

Michael groaned in defeat, rubbing his head as he stared at the machine. “I’ll beat you this time you prick.” Michael smirked, lightly shoving you.