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I’m watching you from a gaming café.
Comfii
Did you get her number or something?
“No, I didn’t get her number or anything. Honestly, I didn’t even get her name. It was a short conversation,” I said.
ProGamer87
You should’ve asked her to join you on stream!
I laughed, then cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure. Next time I’ll ask her to come on.” I meant it sarcastically, but chat took it literally.
Mr_Ares
do it!
ProGamer87
bet!
CookedBaguette
yes do it!
“Alright, alright,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ll keep an eye out for the mystery girl. Maybe I’ll run into her again.”
As the chat continued talking about my mystery girl, I transitioned into co-streaming a low-tier tournament that was going on that night and did some half-hearted commentary while my thoughts kept drifting back to the girl. Her intense gaze, the crease in her brow when she spoke, the fire in her eyes after that last game—she was really hard to forget. It was a welcome distraction, really. All I’ve been doing for the past week was streaming and worrying about streaming. I was contractually obligated to stream at least twenty hours a week while I was injured, but these streams were so utterly boring; both for myself and for my viewers. The red number that showed me how many of them were watching was dropping every day.
Then my brain short-circuited, and a plan started to form in my mind. I couldn’t play, but what if someone else was playing on my stream instead of me? A mystery-girl-with-intense-brown-eyes-and-messy-hair kind of someone. What my viewers expected when they watched my stream was high-level gameplay and my ramblings as I played; along with the voice chats whenever I played with my team. I knew that I was not good at entertaining them whenever I was playing alone so maybe that’s why they were so quick to get excited about the mystery girl.
So before signing off for the night I leaned closer to the camera. “Hey, if my mystery girl from the café is somehow watching this, you should reach out to me. I’ve been thinking about you all night, and I think you’re pretty cool. I’m sorry for acting like an awkward loser who has never talked to a girl before. I’d like to make it up to you. How about I coach you on stream? If that’s something you’re interested in of course. I swear I’m not this awkward normally.”
The chat went ballistic.
Comfii
MnstrX is down bad, eh?
xxXwasXX
I hope she sees this.
X_Blank_X
I’d kill for a coaching session with MnstrX.
I sighed. “Alright, chat. Thanks for tuning in. Now do your thing and blow this up so I can find my mystery girl. Hopefully we’ll have some cool updates from her soon. Goodnight!”
And with that I ended the stream and got ready for bed. As I went through the motions of stuffing my face with last night’s leftover pizza, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, I tried to recall how the girl from earlier looked; really solidify it in my mind so I could recognize her if I met her again. She seemed on the short side with somewhat of a round face, maybe? Dark hair, dark eyes, and a cute button nose. Every time I pictured her I saw her fired up from her last game— all angry and flushed from whatever she had heard from that griefer on her team.
I fell asleep wishing I could meet her again and redeem myself from the awkward bumbling mess I had been earlier that night. I hoped that if our paths crossed again, I wouldn’t squander the opportunity a second time.
Chapter 3
Emma
My phone buzzed,pulling me from my thoughts. It was a text from Casey.
