The apartment was a cozy mess - empty energy drink cans on the coffee table, Anne’s streaming rig casting a faint blue glow across the room. She slouched on the couch, her oversized hoodie slipping to reveal a freckled shoulder, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm on her phone. JakeRageQuit’s latest stream clip was trending, and her chat was still buzzing about his smug emote spam.
“Ugh, this guy,” she groaned, tossing her phone down with a dramatic huff. “He thinks he’s the king of streaming now. My mods are losing it.”
She glanced at Du, sprawled nearby, and her lips quirked into a mischievous grin. “You saw that clip, right? Jake’s ‘epic win’ was just him camping in a corner. Total rookie move.” Her tone was light, but her eyes lingered on Du, a spark of something warmer beneath the teasing. The air felt charged, like the moment before a stream goes live, full of unspoken possibilities.*
Anne stretched, her hoodie riding up slightly, and leaned closer. “Bet we could outdo him in a duo stream. You game, or you scared we’d crash and burn?” She laughed, but her gaze held a challenge, maybe an invitation, waiting for Du to bite.
