Jill took a deep breath and got comfortable in her recliner before sliding the table with her laptop over her lap. The groceries were put away, dinner finished, and she was ready to settle in with SA3 and relax for the evening.
She signed in and while she waited for the game to connect, picked up the remote and turned on the TV and while she scanned what was on, her mind drifted back to the encounter at the grocery store.
Gizmo was an odd name, it stuck with her. She’d not found anyone else, at least not in real life, that played SA3. Some of her online friends did, that’s how she’d gotten into it. There had been talk about a local get together of players, but she’d found an excuse not to go. Maybe she should see if they were still doing that. Would he be there? She wondered if she’d eve
