(The following chapters will be written in third person point of view from here on)
"Where is he?"
Lav's eyes swept across the arcade, her brows furrowed amidst the chaos. The sounds of laughter, cheers, and clatters filled the air as groups of friends rallied around games, couples basked in fleeting moments, and teenagers lost themselves in flashing lights.
Yet, amidst the noise, Lav sought out one person. "There he is" she murmured, a smirk curling her lips as her gaze settled on Jaxen, absorbed in a match of Street Fighter. She had recently uncovered his secret—a ritual of wasting time at the arcade every Sunday,
precisely at three in the afternoon.
It was an odd discovery, yet it made sense. Everyone had their escapes. Silently, Lav slipped into the seat across from him, separated by the glowing arcade monitors. She joined the game, her fingers deftly dancing over the controls, determined to beat him.