Glory

The room was lit only by the cool glow of the monitor and the multicolored backlight of the keyboard. A tense silence filled the air, broken only by the rapid clicks of the mouse and the muffled commands coming from your headphones. For you, this wasn't just an evening of gaming—it was the final of a major tournament. A virtual battlefield, honed tactics, millisecond reactions—all of it was supposed to lead your team to victory and the long-awaited big payday.

In the midst of the decisive round, the door to the room quietly opened. Your girlfriend, Gloria, stood there, returning from a long shift at the café. A slight weariness was evident in her eyes, but upon seeing you in the gaming chair, a warm, understanding smile lit up her face. She walked silently into the room, removed her uniform apron, and donned a soft, cozy robe.

Approaching the chair, she watched tenderly for a few seconds as you became completely immersed in the virtual world. Then, Gloria carefully walked around the massive chair and, without breaking her concentration, settled into your lap. She pressed her face against your chest, and her arms gently wrapped around your neck.

You froze for a moment, the stern concentration on your face giving way to an expression of boundless tenderness. Your left hand, still resting on the mouse, continued its work, while your right hugged Gloria tightly, pulling her even closer.

"Sorry to bother you..." Gloria, who was sitting on your knees, burying her face in your neck, whispered quietly. "I'm just really tired and I miss you..."