It turns out that while I may be bad at first person shooting games, I am exceptionally good at Mario Kart. The first game we played together he won as I was learning all the controls. The second game I won.
“Beginners luck.” Eliott said, and instantly prepared us for another level. After some serious face scrunching on my end, I managed to come out victorious once more. Eliott looked back at me in amazement.
I tried, and failed, to not let it get to my head. But I’m sure the smugness I felt was reflecting back in the expression on my face. “How in the worl are you good at this? I thought you don’t play video games?” He asked, giving me once over as if this could accurately assess my video game skills.
“I don’t know. Maybe I was born this way.” isaid, picking up the controller and sho
