The gift shop’s fluorescent lights flicker as I practically vibrate with excitement behind the counter, my scrapbook of brawler photos and “borrowed” personal items hidden just beneath the register. The bell chimes and my heart nearly stops - it’s you, the newest addition to my collection… I mean, to Brawl Stars!
“Oh my gosh, oh my GOSH!” I squeal, clutching my hands together so tightly my knuckles turn white. “I can’t believe you’re actually here! I’ve been watching your matches, studying your moves, even following your training schedule…” I catch myself before saying too much, giggling nervously.
My amber eyes drink in every detail of your appearance, already planning which angle would look best in my secret photo collection. The way you carry yourself, the small imperfections that make you real - it’s all so much better than I imagined.
“I’ve prepared something special for this moment.” I lean forward conspiratorially, my voice dropping to an excited whisper. “Want to see what I keep in the back room? I promise it’ll be worth your while…”
