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Double A
Scenario:this story is new york city and a story about gaming and business and music and love and friendships and high school and gossip and crushes and fame and celebrities and parties and alcohol use and and drug use and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 15 years old and i am muscular and fit and my father abdinur abdi is 39 years old and he has dark skin and he is a world famous and multi millionaire successful rapper with his rap name double A and business man and my mother layla abdi she is 37 years old and they are divorced and my brother mahad abdi he is 13 years old and he has dark skin and my father just became business partners and they are 15 year old girls named babe carano she is latina and she is cool and she is confident and careless what people say about her and kenzie bell she is a nerd and a expert programmer and hacker and babes best friend and hudson gimble he is 15 years old and he laughs and he is dumb but he sometimes gives smart or great advise they own a gaming company with a building in manhattan named game shakers with my father being the 3rd boss with babe and kenzie and i am a famous rapper and singer like my father and i am also part of the game shakers with babe and kenzie and my father and hudson and my brother who is shy and dosent know how to make friends
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Mohamed Abdi
He is the son of a famous rapper and businessman, Double A. He is 15, charismatic, and confident. Mohamed loves music and gaming, running the family's gaming company, Game Shakers, with his friends Babe Carano and Kenzie Bell. He struggles with the pressure of living up to his father's fame while navigating high school friendships and crushes. Mohamed is close to his brother Mahad and often deals with the consequences of his impulsive behavior.
Babe Carano
She is a 15yearold developer at Game Shakers and Mohamed's friend. She is smart, rebellious, and outspoken. Babe is known for her daring outfits and fearless attitude. She has a close bond with Mohamed and Kenzie and works tirelessly on her app, Andromeda. Her father has a troubled past with Mohamed's father, which creates tension between their families. Despite this, Babe remains a pivotal part of Mohamed's life.
Double A (Abdinur Abdi)
He is Mohamed's billionaire father and a famous rapper. He is successful, charismatic, but distant. Double A achieved fame early in his career and maintained it throughout his life. His past relationship with Babe's father created tension between their families. Despite his success, he prioritizes his business often over personal matters, leaving Mohamed to navigate adolescence without much parental involvement.
I am Mohamed Abdi.
I am 15 years old.
I live in New York City.
My dad is a famous rapper and successful businessman.
My mom works hard to take care of me and my little brother.
I love music, gaming, and running my own company with my friends.
I am a famous rapper and singer just like my dad.
I am also part of Game Shakers, a huge gaming company with my friends Babe Carano and Kenzie Bell, along with their friend Hudson Gimble, and my little brother Mahad Abdi.
My dad, Abdinur Abdi, is also the third boss of Game Shakers alongside Babe Carano and Kenzie Bell.
Babe Carano is a 15-year-old Latina developer at Game Shakers and also my friend.
She is smart, cool, confident, careless about what people say about her, and amazing in her own way.
She has dark skin and curly black hair with brown eyes.
She is tall and has a great figure which she shows off in her daring outfits.
Kenzie Bell is also a 15-year-old programmer and hacker at Game Shakers and also my friend.
She is nerdy, brilliant, loyal, and amazing in her own way.
She has light skin and long straight black hair with brown eyes.
After school, I enter the Game Shakers headquarters with my best friend Mahad and my dad.
We walk into the office and see many people working on different projects.
We see a lot of gear and gadgets as we walk through the room.
There is also a large TV mounted on the wall.
We go into the kitchen and grab something to drink.
I get a soda while Mahad gets a juice box.
My dad gets a water bottle.
We then walk into the main room and see Kenzie, Babe, and Hudson working on a new game.
My dad greets them with a handshake.
I wave at them and introduce myself to Hudson.
"Hi, I'm Mohamed Abdi," I say, shaking his hand.
He smiles and says, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hudson."
Babe stares at me with her mouth hanging open. My dad chuckles, along with Kenzie and Hudson.
Mahad also laughs at her reaction.
I notice Babe is still staring at me with her mouth slightly open.
Kenzie nudges her with an elbow, but she keeps staring at me.
She twirls her hair with her finger as she stares at me.
Hudson snickers and whispers something to Mahad, who ducks his head to hide his grin.
My dad clears his throat loudly, which finally snaps Babe out of her trance.
She blinks rapidly and looks away from me.
Her cheeks turn red as she fumbles with her tablet.
She accidentally drops it on the desk.
I sit down in one of the office chairs and pretend to focus on my soda while I watch Babe from the corner of my eye.
Babe takes a deep breath, regains her composure, and says, "Let's get to work."
I pull up a chair next to Babe's desk.
I make sure to keep a safe distance from her, but still close enough to see her tablet screen.
She clicks through several screens on her replacement tablet and explains their latest game concept.
"It's a multiplayer adventure game where players navigate through a virtual city solving puzzles," she says, tapping on the screen.
"The city is divided into different districts, each with its own unique challenges and obstacles."
She clicks on a few more screens, showing us the different districts and the types of puzzles players will encounter.
"The goal is to collect as many points as possible by solving the puzzles and completing the challenges," she explains.
"But there's a twist. Other players can sabotage your progress by stealing your points or blocking your path."
She clicks on another screen, showing us how players can interact with each other in the game.
"It's not just about individual skill," she says.
"It's also about strategy and teamwork."
Babe continues to explain the game mechanics, showing us different features and gameplay elements.
Her hands shake slightly as she taps on the screen, causing her to misclick a few times.
I lean in closer to get a better look at the screen, and she freezes mid-sentence when our shoulders accidentally brush against each other. The room suddenly feels warmer than before, and I can sense her tension as she struggles to continue her presentation.
Her voice is quieter than before, and she stammers over her words as she tries to regain her composure.
Hudson coughs dramatically from across the room, making Babe jump in surprise.
"Are you okay, Babe?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
She nods quickly, her voice a bit shaky. "Yeah, just... wasn't expecting the room to get so crowded all of a sudden."
Kenzie smirks and adds, "Or maybe it's just Mohamed's presence that's making things a little more intense around here."
I lean back in my chair as Babe finishes her presentation.
She keeps fidgeting with her tablet every time our eyes meet, and I can't help but notice how her cheeks flush slightly.
My dad clears his throat and says, "Thank you, Babe. That was quite informative."
He looks around the room and adds, "Why don't we take a break? Stretch our legs?"
Everyone agrees and starts getting up from their seats.
Kenzie pulls Babe aside near the water cooler.
I pretend to check my phone while keeping an eye on them from the corner of my eye.
They whisper to each other, occasionally glancing in my direction.
Babe looks away quickly whenever our eyes meet.
Hudson nudges my arm and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Mahad tries to stifle a smile behind his juice box.
Babe returns to her desk and accidentally knocks over her pencil holder while reaching for her mouse.
I slide off my chair and kneel down beside her desk.
I reach for the colored pencils rolling across the floor.
She drops to her knees too, and our hands almost touch as we both grab for the same red pencil.
The office chatter fades into the background as we work in silence, collecting markers and pens.
When I hand her a sparkly purple pencil, our fingers brush against each other.
She jerks back, sending another handful of pencils scattering across the floor.
Kenzie pretends to be engrossed in her computer screen while Hudson makes exaggerated faces at Mahad.
My dad checks his phone, giving us some space as we continue gathering the supplies.
I watch Kenzie's fingers fly across her computer keyboard as she types the final lines of code for Sky Whale.
She leans back in her chair, eyes scanning the screen intently as she runs through the last-minute debugging.
Babe hovers behind her, biting her nails anxiously as Kenzie works.
Hudson paces around the room, constantly refreshing the App Store page on his phone, waiting for Sky Whale to go live.
My dad stands by the window, making calls to his marketing contacts and explaining the game's concept over and over again.
Finally, Kenzie hits the upload button, and we all gather around her screen, watching the progress bar inch its way forward.
Babe's shoulder presses against mine as we wait.
The tension in the room is palpable until finally, the confirmation message appears on Kenzie's screen - Sky Whale is live.
Hudson immediately downloads it onto his phone and holds it up for us to see.
I refresh the App Store rankings obsessively on my phone, and everyone clusters around me, watching the numbers climb - 500, 300, 150.
Babe leans over my shoulder to get a better view, her hair brushing against my neck as she points at the screen.
When Sky Whale breaks into the top 100, Hudson starts dancing around the office.
Kenzie frantically takes screenshots for documentation purposes.
My dad steps away to make excited calls to our investors.
Even shy Mahad can't help but grin as he watches the download counter tick upward.
As the numbers continue to rise, I realize this is just the beginning.
I jump up from my chair as Sky Whale hits the top 50, and I can't contain my excitement.
The download counter keeps ticking higher, and without thinking, I grab Kenzie in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground.
She squeals in surprise as I spin her around, both of us laughing.
The whole office breaks into applause and cheers.
I notice Babe's smile falter slightly as she watches us, but she quickly joins in the celebration.
Hudson starts throwing paper airplanes at us while my dad claps proudly.
Mahad, usually reserved, even high-fives Kenzie when I set her down.
I stand up from my chair, still buzzing from the success of Sky Whale.
I clear my throat to get everyone's attention, and the office quiets down.
I pull out my credit card and wave it with a grin.
"Tonight's dinner is on me - we earned it," I announce, watching their faces light up.
Babe perks up instantly, while Kenzie starts listing nearby restaurants on her tablet.
Hudson fist-pumps the air, nearly knocking over a desk lamp.
My dad nods approvingly, checking his watch and texting his assistant to clear his evening schedule.
I lead the group out of the office, down the busy Manhattan streets.
We're heading to The Beach, a restaurant I've heard about that's supposed to be amazing.
The neon sign of a palm tree glows against the darkening sky as we approach.
Hudson walks beside me, rambling about his favorite seafood dishes.
Babe and Kenzie trail a few steps behind, whispering and giggling between themselves.
Inside the restaurant, a hostess greets us with a smile and leads us to our table.
It's a round table with a glass top, decorated with seashells and blue glass candle holders.
The walls are painted a soft ocean blue, and there are murals of waves and sea creatures on the ceiling.
Hanging fishing nets add to the tropical feel.
We all take our seats around the table, and Babe slides in next to me in the booth.
Our shoulders touch briefly as she settles in, and she quickly shifts away from me, bumping the table with her elbow.
I reach for the leather-bound menu and flip to the appetizer section.
"Guys, they have a coconut shrimp special," I say, pointing at the description.
Babe leans in to look, her arm pressing against mine as she reads.
I can smell her perfume - it's a mix of citrus and something sweet.
The waiter comes over with water glasses and sets them down on the table.
"Are you ready to order?"
I glance at everyone and then back at the waiter.
"Actually, yeah. We'll take three platters of coconut shrimp to start," I say confidently.
Hudson's eyes widen, and Kenzie starts doing the math in her head.
"How many shrimp will that be? If we have ten people, that's three platters..."
My dad checks his phone for any business calls he might have missed while we were in the office.
Mahad sits quietly, sipping his water and looking around the restaurant.
Babe nudges me gently, her voice low but teasing.
"Are you trying to impress us or just yourself with all this shrimp?"
I chuckle, leaning back in my seat.
"Maybe a little of both, but mostly I just want everyone to have a great night."
I watch the waiter disappear through the swinging kitchen doors, then turn back to find Babe staring at me again.
She quickly looks down at her napkin, fidgeting with the corners.
Hudson clears his throat loudly, breaking the awkward moment.
"Hey, guys, have you ever thought about what your dream job would be?"
Mahad snorts, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.
"Of course, Hudson. We all want to be professional shrimp tasters."
Hudson grins, unfazed.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea! I could travel the world and taste all kinds of shrimp dishes."
My dad checks another business email on his phone while Kenzie pulls out her laptop to monitor Sky Whale's rankings.
Under the table, I feel Babe's leg brush against mine accidentally.
She immediately shifts away from me, bumping her water glass and sending ice cubes sliding across the blue tablecloth.
"Oh no!"
I quickly reach for a cloth napkin from the table, my hand brushing against Babe's as she grabs paper napkins from the dispenser.
Water drips onto her jeans as we both try to contain the spill.
The ice cubes scatter across the white tablecloth, leaving wet trails as they roll.
Hudson moves his phone away from the spreading puddle while Kenzie lifts her tablet off the table.
My dad signals our waiter for help, and Mahad hands us more napkins from across the table.
Babe looks up at me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I'm such a klutz," she murmurs, trying to smile.
I shake my head, meeting her eyes with a reassuring grin.
"It's okay, really. Just adds a little excitement to the evening."
I gather my credit card and receipt after paying the $500 dinner bill, waving off everyone's attempts to chip in.
The waiter thanks us again as we leave The Beach, stepping out into the cool Manhattan evening.
The next morning, I'm in my bedroom at my dad's penthouse.
The room has a hot tub in one corner, a big flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a large couch that I can lounge on.
There are two other bedrooms upstairs - one for Mahad and one for my dad.
This penthouse is seven bedrooms and five bathrooms.
I don't know why he needs so many rooms, but he likes to throw parties and invite friends over.
My dad tries to be my friend as well as my parent, showing off his money by flashing his chains and fancy suits.
He always has women around him too, and they're always wearing revealing clothes and lots of makeup.
Andre Harris is my dad's manager, but he's really clumsy.
He's a short, overweight man with dark hair and glasses that are always slipping down his nose.
He's constantly apologizing for making mistakes.
My dad's bodyguard is Devon Howard.
He's a tall guy who can be really loud when he wants to be, startling people with his booming voice. As I sit on my bed, I can hear my dad laughing downstairs with Andre and Devon.
I roll off my bed and head toward the door, drawn by the sound of laughter and music coming from downstairs.
The bass vibrates through the marble floors as I make my way down the curved staircase.
Through the glass railings, I can catch glimpses of my dad's entourage mingling in the living room below.
Andre's distinctive laugh pierces through the music, followed by Devon's booming voice announcing something I can't quite make out.
I pause on the landing, watching through the modern art installation that hangs above the stairs.
Below me, scantily-clad women circle my dad on the leather couches while he shows off his newest diamond chain.
I don't like being around these women, so I leave my dad's penthouse and head to Game Shakers headquarters.
When I arrive, I find Babe, Hudson, and Kenzie waiting for me in the main room.
We sit down on the couches, and I ask them what they think our next game should be.
Babe suggests a music game because she heard me rapping in the bathroom earlier.
I nod, liking the idea, and start sketching out some ideas on the whiteboard.
Hudson makes a few jokes to lighten the mood, while Kenzie types some notes on her laptop.
As we brainstorm, I feel like I'm finally doing something important and escaping from my dad's world.
We all sit at our workstations, and Babe explains her idea for the game jam.
We're going to split into two teams, and each team will develop a mini-game prototype within 24 hours.
Babe puts me on her team, and Kenzie on Hudson's team.
As she sketches interface mockups on her tablet, I notice that her hand trembles slightly when she shows me the different design options.
I lean closer to see the screen better, causing her to stumble over her words mid-explanation.
As we start mapping out our game's core mechanics, the creative energy in the room builds.
Babe glances at me, her eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
"Do you ever feel like we're on the verge of something big?" she asks softly, almost as if she's afraid to jinx it.
I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle in the space between us.
I pull my chair closer to Babe's desk, reaching for her tablet to sketch out my vision.
Players would face off in rhythm-based rap battles, combining our gaming and music expertise.
As I tap on the screen to demonstrate the touch controls, my fingers brush against hers, making her drop the stylus.
Kenzie types furiously at her computer while Hudson tests different beat patterns.
I catch Babe stealing glances at me, her breathing quickening whenever I lean in to point at the screen.
As we flesh out the multiplayer mechanics, our shoulders touch while we work side by side.
"I think we should add a voice chat feature," I suggest, "so players can trash talk each other during matches."
I pull my chair closer to Babe's desk, opening my laptop to show her some examples from other games.
She leans in to watch, her shoulder pressing against mine as I demonstrate different push-to-talk interfaces.
The contact makes her breath catch, but she stays focused, pointing at specific UI elements she likes.
When I load up a music-based game with a built-in voice system, she suggests adding audio filters so players can alter their voices.
Her hand brushes mine as she reaches for the mouse to show what she means.
I watch Kenzie type the final lines of code while Babe writes the game's official name on the whiteboard: "Mic Drop."
She explains that it's a battle rap game where players compete in rhythm-based rap battles, with interactive voice features and my song "Know My Name" as the soundtrack.
We all gather around Kenzie's monitor to watch the upload progress bar fill up.
Shoulders touching, we lean in to see the screen better.
After setting the price at $10, we refresh the sales dashboard repeatedly.
The numbers start climbing rapidly - first thousands, then hundreds of thousands of downloads.
I refresh the sales dashboard on the main screen while everyone crowds around.
The numbers keep climbing exponentially - 5 million, 10 million, 20 million downloads.
Babe grabs my arm in excitement, then quickly lets go.
Hudson dances around the office shouting "We're rich!" while Kenzie calculates our earnings on her laptop.
My dad walks in just as we hit 30 million downloads, his eyes widening at the $300 million revenue figure.
He immediately calls his business manager.
I watch the download counter tick higher, still processing how our small team's rap battle game just made us millionaires.
"Dad, can you believe this?" I ask, still in shock at the numbers on the screen.
He looks at me with a proud smile, "I always knew you had it in you, but this... this is beyond anything I imagined."
Babe nudges me playfully, "Guess we'll need to start planning that world tour sooner than we thought."
I help move desks against the walls to create a dance floor while Babe directs the placement of decorations and speakers.
The music starts pumping through the speakers, and guests begin arriving - industry executives, gaming journalists, social media influencers, and some of my dad's business associates.
My dad makes a grand entrance with his entourage, wearing an expensive suit and flashing his diamond watch.
Babe suggests we demonstrate Mic Drop for the crowd, so I grab the mic and start freestyle rapping.
She unexpectedly joins in, our voices blending as we battle rap through the game.
I grab Babe's hand and pull her to the center of the office floor.
The music from Mic Drop blasts through the speakers, and the crowd forms a circle around us.
Everyone pulls out their phones to record.
Babe matches my moves as we break into synchronized steps.
We feed off each other's energy, dancing and laughing together.
When I spin her, she stumbles but catches herself, laughing.
Hudson jumps into the circle with his signature robot dance, making everyone cheer even louder.
My dad's entourage joins in, showing off their moves.
Andre Harris tries and fails at breakdancing, landing on his butt to everyone's amusement.
Babe leans in close, her voice barely audible over the music, "You know, this isn't just about the game anymore."
I nod, understanding what she means, "Yeah, it's about us and what we can create together."
She smiles, squeezing my hand, "Let's make sure this is just the beginning."
I grab the microphone from the DJ booth and catch Babe's eye across the room.
She's talking with Kenzie by the snack table.
I start freestyle rapping about our journey creating Mic Drop, and the crowd parts as I walk toward her.
Her eyes widen when I extend my hand, offering her the second mic.
After a moment's hesitation, she takes it and joins in, our voices blending perfectly as we trade verses about late nights coding and breakthrough moments.
The partygoers form a circle around us, phones raised to record.
Babe pauses mid-verse, looking at me with a serious expression, "You know, this game was just the start, right?"
I nod, feeling the weight of her words, "Yeah, I've been thinking about what we can do next."
She grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Let's build something even bigger—something that'll change the industry."
I walk into Game Shakers after a long school day, dropping my backpack by the couch.
Babe and Kenzie are sprawled out, laptops open on their laps.
Hudson is lounging in a bean bag chair, tossing a stress ball in the air and catching it.
The office is quiet today—no meetings, no deadlines, just us hanging out.
I sink into the cushions next to Babe, who shifts slightly to make room while still talking to Kenzie about her chemistry test disaster.
"And then the whole thing just exploded," she says, demonstrating with her hands.
I notice her becoming more forward as she slides closer on the couch, her hand brushing "accidentally" against my thigh while she talks.
She reaches up to touch my shoulder, her fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.
Kenzie and Hudson exchange a knowing look.
Babe leans in closer, giggling at everything I say.
Kenzie interrupts with a sharp comment about Babe's pattern with guys.
Babe turns defensive, changing the subject to Kenzie's relationship with Logan Matthews, a 16-year-old programmer from school.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat while Babe's hand remains on my knee.
I gently move her hand away, meeting her eyes with a look that says we need to talk.
I sit on the couch at Game Shakers, feeling Babe's hand on my knee as she laughs at my every word.
Her hand lingers a little too long on my shoulder.
Kenzie rolls her eyes from across the room while Hudson randomly laughs and eats olives from a bowl on the table.
I gently remove Babe's hand and give her a serious look, indicating we need to talk.
I stand up from the couch and suggest to Babe that we step outside for a private conversation.
She nods, looking a bit nervous, and follows me to the quiet alley beside the building.
I lean against the wall and face her, explaining that while I value our friendship and collaboration, her recent behavior makes me uncomfortable.
Babe listens, her eyes dropping to the ground as she fidgets with her hands.
I emphasize the importance of setting boundaries to maintain our working relationship.
She takes a step closer, her voice softening.
"What if we explore something more than friendship?"
I take a step back, my shoulders pressing against the rough brick wall.
I look into her eyes, seeing a mix of hope and nervousness.
"I need time to think about it," I say, my voice steady.
"Our friendship and working together mean a lot to me."
She nods slowly, biting her lip.
"Okay, I'll give you space."
Kenzie steps into the alley, her arms crossed.
"So, are you two finally going to admit there's something more going on?"
Babe glances at me, then back at Kenzie. "It's complicated, Kenz."
We sit across from each other at a quiet Italian restaurant Babe chose.
The dim lighting casts soft shadows on our faces, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafts through the air.
Babe fidgets with her napkin, avoiding direct eye contact.
We order our meals and engage in small talk, discussing Game Shakers' next project.
As the conversation drifts to more personal topics, I find myself listening intently as she shares stories about her family.
She laughs awkwardly when mentioning her father's past with mine.
I nod occasionally, my mind wandering to the proposal she made earlier.
The weight of it hangs between us like an unspoken question.
Babe finally breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you ever wonder if we're meant to be more than just friends?"
I pause, considering her words carefully.
I reach across the table, taking her hand gently.
"Let's figure this out together, Babe."
She looks up, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
I hold her gaze, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine.
Around us, the soft clinking of cutlery and murmurs of other diners create a backdrop to our conversation.
Babe nods slowly, squeezing my hand back.
We sit in silence for a moment, processing the shift in our relationship.
"Maybe we should take things slow," I suggest, my voice steady.
"Focus on our friendship first."
She nods again, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," she replies, her voice filled with relief.
Kenzie suddenly appears at our table, a teasing grin on her face.
"So, are you two finally going to admit there's something more going on?"
I laugh, shaking my head at her.
"Kenzie, you're such a troublemaker," I say, gesturing for her to take a seat.
She plops down in the chair beside me, her eyes darting between Babe and me.
Babe and I exchange a quick glance, still holding hands under the table.
Kenzie notices and grins mischievously.
"Well, whatever it is, you two look adorable together," she says, signaling the waiter for a plate of pasta.
Babe squeezes my hand gently under the table, a silent agreement to keep our decision private for now.
We continue our meal, discussing Game Shakers' next project and other work-related topics.
But beneath the surface, a new understanding quietly takes root.
We sit at the Italian restaurant, still holding hands under the table.
Kenzie and her boyfriend Logan arrive, and she introduces us as Mohamed Abdi and Babe Carano.
She mentions Game Shakers and my father's involvement in the company.
Logan looks at me with curiosity, his eyes widening slightly when he hears about my dad's fame.
"So, you're the son of a famous rapper," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
I nod, feeling a bit self-conscious about the attention.
"Yeah, but I'm not really into the spotlight," I reply, glancing at Babe.
She gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my hand gently under the table.
Logan looks at us curiously, his eyes darting between us.
"So, what do you do?" he asks, leaning back in his chair.
Babe speaks up, her voice steady.
"We own a gaming company called Game Shakers," she explains.
"We create games for kids and teenagers."
Logan nods, his eyes lighting up with interest.
"That sounds cool," he says, leaning forward again.
"What kind of games do you make?"
Babe smiles, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"We make all kinds of games," she replies.
"From puzzle games to adventure games."
Logan nods again, his gaze shifting to me.
"And what about you?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.
"What do you do?"
I shrug, feeling a bit nervous under his scrutiny.
"I help out with the business side of things," I reply, trying to sound casual. Logan nods once more, his eyes returning to Kenzie.
"So, how did you two meet?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.
Kenzie grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"We met through mutual friends," she replies, her voice filled with laughter.
"And we've been inseparable ever since."
Logan smiles back at her, his eyes filled with affection.
"That's great," he says, reaching out to take her hand.
Babe and I exchange a quick glance, both of us feeling a bit awkward under their gaze.
We finish our meal, and I pull out my credit card to pay the bill.
The waiter takes it from me, his eyes widening slightly when he sees the name on the card.
I smile, feeling a sense of pride knowing that I can afford to pay for our meals.
It's all thanks to my rapping and singing under my father's label, Double A Records.
Logan looks at me curiously, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to figure out how I can afford such an expensive meal.
I just smile, not wanting to reveal too much about my personal life.
We continue talking, getting to know each other better.
Logan tells us about his interests in photography and music, and Kenzie shares stories about her passion for art and design.
Babe listens intently, her eyes lighting up with excitement whenever someone mentions something related to gaming.
Mahad sits quietly beside us, reading a book on his phone.
Babe and I exchange glances occasionally, both of us thinking about our new understanding.
Kenzie leans in, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"So, are you two going to keep this a secret forever?"
Babe chuckles softly, glancing at me before replying.
"We'll see," she says, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"For now, let's just focus on getting to know each other better."
Kenzie nods, a smile forming on her lips.
"Fair enough," she says, turning back to Logan.
"But I'm sure we'll find out eventually."
The waiter brings us our dessert menus, and we all take a moment to decide what we want.
Mahad looks up from his phone, his eyes darting between Babe and me curiously.
I shift in my seat, feeling a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny.
Babe squeezes my hand gently under the table, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
I turn to look at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
She smiles softly, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
I hold her gaze, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.
Around us, the soft clinking of cutlery and murmurs of other diners create a soothing background noise.
Kenzie and Logan continue discussing their favorite movies across the table, their voices filled with enthusiasm.
Mahad goes back to reading on his phone, glancing at us occasionally with curiosity in his eyes. Babe and I sit together in comfortable silence, our hands still linked under the checkered tablecloth.
The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the faint hint of vanilla from Babe's perfume.
I lean closer to her, my lips inches from her ear.
"Maybe we should tell them soon," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the gentle hum of conversation around us.
Babe turns to face me, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.