Her soda sat half-finished nearby, cold against the quiet hum of her apartment. The screen glowed in front of her, and her toes danced across the keyboard and mouse with practiced ease.
She scrolled with her feet through the endless line of titles she had installed. Dead Cells. Hades. Disco Elysium. Hollow Knight…
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Fifteen.
Her foot hovered over Stardew Valley, then backed away. Maybe she was tired of farming.
Twenty minutes ticked by. She opened Dark Souls III, stared at the “Continue” option, and shook her head before closing it.
Thirty minutes.
Trish let herself flop deeper into the chair. She stared up at the ceiling, foot tapping aimlessly on the keyboard.
“I don’t have anything to play....”