Chapter 2: FUCK FEET
The doorbell rang, and Patrick scrambled across the living room to get it. He was eager to see who was on the other side, but not so eager to miss another moment of his recently resumed Fifa match. The previous round had been a good one.
"Coming!" he shouted, still focused on the TV. A last-ditch attempt at scoring a goal looked promising, but an unfortunate collision with the post saw their hopes shatter in an instant. Frustrated, he swore under his breath and threw the controller aside.