Imperfect match ~ Olum

Chapter 1

Owen Roelofs' Point of View

27th September 2023

I had not been listening at all. I only watched as the group of people in here got progressively smaller. Dawson had made some program where you could get a new friend or something like that, so I signed up for it. My eyes widened when I realised that we were only four players left in here. Before I could think another thought, Dawson read out another name. "Rusty-Jake Rodriguez." he read out. I looked over at the two others, it was Nijman and Goffin. And damn, he looks boring. I hope either me or Goffin gets paired with Rodriguez, so I don't have to get paired with boring-face over here. "Wessel Nijman." he read. I rolled my eyes and locked eyes with Goffin.  "I'm seriously gonna end with mr. boring-face?" I asked not caring I was right in the face of Goffin. "Hey! I don't look that boring." he said, sounding offended. "Sorry." I said, not that I meant it though. We left the room, with a bit of tension between us. He closed the door and we walked back into the room where every other player sat. We sat down at an empty table. For a moment we stayed quiet, just looking each other up and down. I got sick of that after a while and stared into his eyes. "So, what is your first name again?" I asked, actually not knowing shit about him. "You gotta be kidding. You really don't know?" he asked sounding shocked. "I don't know anything about you." I said while shrugging. "My name is Callum." he said still looking confused as to why I didn't know such basic things about him. "Okay Callum, my name is---" I said as he interrupted me. "Your name is Owen Roelofs, you're Dutch, no shit Sherlock." he said. "How do you know that?" I asked with a hint of flirt in my voice. "Because I use my fucking brain." Callum said sounding annoyed. "Okay then, where are you from?" I asked, resting my head on my hand. "What world are you in right now?" he asked sounding really annoyed and confused of how little I knew. I didn't reply, I was just sat waiting for him to tell me where he was from. "I'm Welsh you idiot." he said as he rolled his eyes at my stupidity. "And how was I supposed to know that?" I asked, as we both tried to avoid eye contact. "Maybe by having a brain, damn, know the other players, honestly." he said. I could see him clenching his fist in annoyance. "Chill dude." I laughed, not really feeling guilty for upsetting him already. I looked back over at the slightly older looking Welshman, although I don't know his actual age. My eyes widened as I looked at his current facial expression. He looked kinda hurt by my words. I wanted to apologise, but something in me refused to do so.

The day went by quickly, and things didn't really get better between us. Oh well, this was a mistake, wasn't it?