Catering is not my dream job. I’m forced to take the position when my parents drop the bomb about their money situation. I’m not prepared when I bump into my high school sweetheart at the party. He’s a game developer. Living the dream. The dream career we dreamt about growing up together. The dream career I finished my schooling to pursue. I even have an interview lined up for tomorrow. That doesn’t help me from feeling like a failure while serving him fancy drinks and hors d’oeuvres. Fast forward. The next day I arrive at my interview, only to find he’s my new boss. Roll in the chemistry. Roll in the awkwardness. Roll in keeping it professional. Abs. Tantalizing eyes. Me envisioning ripping off his shirt every second I see him. Pft, professional, my ass. How am I supposed to think about game development when we’re playing a game with our feelings?