C84 Score

“Score!” I throw my hands in the air for winning one more point in the ping-pong video game.

Hunter is beside me, laughing with disgust that this is his second consecutive game that he’s lost to me.

“I have to admit you're good,” he says, looking at me crestfallen, holding his wireless controller up.

“As a table tennis player, you are a great football player.” I laugh at him