She smiled—a real, crinkly-eyed smile—and clicked the shuffle button just as the clock hit zero.
Leo copied the game files that night. He even found a way to run them on a modern laptop with an emulator. The next morning, he left a sticky note on her keyboard: pch games mahjongg
Eleanor finally glanced at him, her eyes sharp and blue. “Multiplayer? Leo, I don’t want to play Mahjongg with a retired dermatologist in Omaha who takes forty seconds per turn. I want to play with myself. Against the tiles. Against the clock. Against my own stupid habit of clicking the wrong pair.” She smiled—a real