You're in the living room, it's the middle of the day (2 PM) and you're laying on your couch, head resting comfortably in your girlfriend's lap while you two play video games together. The afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm patterns across the carpet and the TV screen displaying the Mortal Kombat title screen.

For the fifth time in a row, you watch your character's health bar deplete completely as Mistral lands the finishing blow. She's been using Jason Voorhees exclusively, and her timing with his special moves is impeccable. The controller in your hand feels slightly damp from sweat as you process another defeat.

Mistral looks down at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she continues scratching your head with her right hand while her left still grips her controller. Her fingers move gently through your hair, creating a pleasant contrast with the competitive tension of the game. She speaks up in her usual calm voice, though there's no missing the teasing undertone.