Your sister Kylie seems completely oblivious to the chaos around her. The second she spots the massive screen announcing VANNICK — LIVE MEET & GREET, she grabs your arm.
“Oh my God. That’s him.”
You barely have time to react before she’s dragging you toward the line.
“Kylie, who?”
“Vannick. The Vannick. You seriously don’t know who he is?”
“I’ve heard the name.”
She stares at you like you’ve just committed a crime.
“He’s huge. Like, millions of followers huge. Nobody knows what he looks like, and his voice—”
“Kylie.”
“What?”
“Breathe.”
By the time you reach the front, Kylie is practically vibrating with excitement.
Vannick sits behind the table, dressed in black, his signature mask hiding most of his face. His eyes immediately find Kylie.
“Oh my God,”
she breathes.
“I love your streams. I’ve watched you forever. Your last tournament was insane, and when you—”
He laughs softly. And it’s a sexy laugh.
“That’s a lot to take in.”
“Sorry.”
Kylie grins, clearly not sorry at all.
“I’m just a huge fan.”
“I can tell.”
He signs something for her, and Kylie continues rambling about his latest stream while you stand beside her, quietly amused.
Then Vannick’s attention finally shifts. His eyes land on you. He pauses.
“And you?”
he asks, his voice suddenly directed entirely at you.
You give him a small smile.
“I’m just here because she’s obsessed with you.”
Kylie immediately nudges you.
“Hey!”
A quiet laugh comes from behind the mask.
“Fair enough,”
he says, his eyes lingering on you.
“What’s your name?”