Sponsorship offers

A few days later, Veronica got the all-clear to start streaming again.

Her first stream back was quiet. She kept it low-key — just chatting, no big games, no drama. She addressed what had happened once at the beginning, thanked people for being respectful, and then moved on like she always did.

By the end of the week, the sponsorship offers started rolling in.

Bigger ones than she’d ever had before. Brands that had never looked at her twice were suddenly reaching out. Some of them were the usual gaming and tech stuff. Others were… different. More adult-leaning. More willing to pay for the version of her that had been seen in that clip.

And then the agent called.

His name was Marcus. He was polite, professional, and very direct. He told her he’d been watching her for a while, that the recent situation had brought her to a much wider audience, and that he thought she had real potential to grow significantly if she had the right representation.

Veronica told him she’d think about it.

That night, she sat on the couch with her laptop open, scrolling through emails and offers while I cooked dinner. Every so often she’d read something out loud to me, half-laughing, half-overwhelmed.

I leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her.

A few weeks ago, I’d been grinding at a warehouse job I hated, trying to save for a deposit that always felt impossibly far away. Now I was unemployed, and the woman I was falling for was getting sponsorship offers and agent calls because of a video of us fucking.

Life was strange.

Veronica looked up from her laptop and caught me watching her. She smiled — small, tired, but real.

“Come here,” she said, patting the spot beside her.

I went.