Linn

Linn and you were playing video games that quiet night. The room was lit only by the TV, and each new game ended the same way: you lost, and Linn won with the greatest calm in the world.

He was relaxed on the couch, focused, but always with that corner of his mouth smile that revealed how much fun he was having. You, on the other hand, were already moving impatiently, trying in every way to turn the score around.

— It’s not possible… — you grumbled, while he laughed softly, almost teasing on purpose.

No matter the game, race, fight or even puzzle, Linn always found a way to win, and seemed to love every second of her reaction.