Gemotions

The sports bar buzzed with noise and energy, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy she had cultivated with 'GameGuruGreg.' He was supposed to be a strategic mastermind. They bonded over gaming, he offered advice, and she found a real connection with this virtual friend.

She saw him, hunched over a plate of nachos, wearing a jersey two sizes too large. His face was covered in cheese. He waved at her. "So, you think you’re actually any good at these games?"

The question, delivered with a smug tone, was the final straw. She felt a surge of fury mixed with something else, a profound sense of disappointment. She mumbled something about a family emergency and fled.