Jefferson and Ophelia had not moved in several hours, except as required by the video game they were playing.
“This is awesome,” Jefferson thought. “Ophelia is awesome.”
He was shocked out of his brief thought by the sound of his character dying.
“Boo yah! In your face,” Ophelia shouted, jumping off the couch for emphasis.
She pushed her thick-rimmed glasses back into place and sat down, cracking her knuckles while she waited for Jefferson to pick a fighter from the character selection screen.
As darkness descended, a chill filled the air.
“I’m cold,” Ophelia stated.
“I’ll get you a blanket.”