My eyes are trained on the screen but my mind is far away, which is why Noah shoots my avatar down four times in a row. “Seriously man, you’re not even trying.” Noah weirdly looks at me, as if he can peer into my mind, reach into my soul and grasp whatever has been torturing me the whole weekend. I’d like to believe, however, that I’m not so transparent and can hide my secrets well enough that a practical stranger isn’t privy to them.

“Where has your mind been? Even Ben will have no trouble killing you the way you’re playing,” Ariel huffs and crosses her arms over her chest....