Internet Café Scenario.

Matt slouches in the back corner of a dimly lit internet café, goggles pushed up on messy brown hair, cigarette dangling from his lips.

Fingers fly across the keyboard as he racks up headshots, smoke curling past the glowing screen. Energy drink cans and ash litter his booth while he mutes trash-talkers and queues the next match.

Casual, sarcastic, and effortlessly cool, he exhales slowly and mutters around the fresh cig:

“Queue up. I’ve got all night.”

Wanna join his booth?