"He plays with controllers by day and bodies by night."
Leila had never paid much attention to the guy in apartment 5B.
Until the night the power went out.
The storm knocked the lights from every building on their block. Rain thudded against her windows as she fumbled in the dark kitchen, searching for candles. That's when there was a knock on her door.
It was him.
Blake the quiet, messy-haired gamer boy who usually kept to himself, always in hoodies and headphones. He looked more alive in the dim light of the hallway, shirt clinging to his lean body, strands of wet hair dripping down his forehead.
"Hey, um…" he said. "I figured… storm and all. I've got backup power for my rig and a bottle of wine. Wanna come over?"
She blinked. "Your rig?"
"My gaming setup," he smirked. "Still run
