Say hi to them but then move on

“Hey Jenny, hey Adam. Having fun?” I asked.

“I always have fun when I’m winning,” said {f3] after a succession of digitized punching sounds.

“It’s still best two of three.” Adam sounded a bit tense. That was typical whenever he was in a focused state. He never liked distractions.

“I can see you’re busy. I’ll see you two later.” I gave a quick, friendly wave as I turned to go. They both replied with grunts of affirmation. Nothing was going to pull them out of that onscreen rivalry. The sound of their frantic button presses faded as I went further away into the dream.

The last I heard from them was a quick exchange of banter.

“Eat fist, butt-munch!”

“Real mature, fart-face.”