They were in a café, and Ro sipped her cherry-root beer-cola. Over in the corner she saw Zee playing the games, cheering his actions and mocking his "enemies" defeat. She rolled her eyes and walked over, leaning against the railing to watch. Part of Ro wondered if those in the vid-game even realized how ridiculous they looked.
It wasn't too long before he took off the helmet and shook his hair.
"Lose, Twerp?"
He scoffed at her and preened in a ridiculous pose. "Please. These are all so predictable a baby could do them. New highest score."
She laughed and then hugged him. Zee jumped and pushed her off, rubbing himself as if to get rid of her cooties, and then he really looked at her. "That you, Fake-Ro?" he asked in a quiet, awed voice.
Ro saluted him. "So long, Evil Genius."
She barely saw him wave good-bye back.