“Opening my laptop, I held my breath as the game loaded. The graphics flickered across the screen before our current civilisation appeared. It was the fourth one we’d created together. The first three had turned to shit because we’d been too busy chatting to remember to actually do anything with the game. I hadn’t commented on this, and neither had Zeke. The first time it had happened, I’d been hit by a wave of disappointment, thinking that’d be it for our conversations. It had lasted less than a heartbeat as Zeke immediately invited me to another game.”
―
Lark Taylor,
Devoted