In the living room, the TV's glow cast soft shadows across the couch.
Sophie was seated with the Xbox controller in her hand while her legs crossed casually beneath her.
She turned her head as Benjamin and Adam walked in, her red hair catching the light.
"Well, well, look who's here," she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You up for a match, Benjamin? Or are you too scared to showcase your meager skills?"
Benjamin chuckled, stepping closer. "Playing with fire there, young lady," he replied, grabbing the second controller. "Don't get burned."
Sophie's grin widened. "Bold words for someone who's about to lose."
Adam, who was settling on the other couch, tried and failed to stifle a laugh. Sophie shot him a glare, her lips pressed into a pout. "Traitor," she muttered under her breath before turning her attention back to the game.
After the pre-match settings, the match began and soon, the sound of the game's commentary filled the room.