Austin's POV
I was finally at the event center where I'd be competing in a Black Ops 3 tournament today. Now all I had to do was find my friends, FormaL, Scump, and Bigtymer. I had walked everywhere and finally bumped into them.
"Hey guys!" I smiled.
"Sup, Pamaj," Scump greeted.
"Took you long enough to find us," FormaL joked.
"Let's go find the event hall, before we're late," Bigtymer suggested. We all followed FormaL because he said he knew where he was going, after awhile we realised he had no idea where he was going.
"You led us in circles FormaL!" I laughed.
"Let's ask someone for directions!" Scump offered.
"Yeah, good idea," Bigtymer responded. We found a staff member and I walked up to her.
Your POV
A group of men passed me and seemed to be laughing about how lost they were. Finally, one of the men came up to me. He was tall, had black hair, and had a lanyard with the Optic gaming symbol on it.
"Uh, hello miss. We are from Optic Gaming and we seem to be lost," he told me.
"Y'all are here for the Black Ops 3 tournament today, right?" I asked. He let out a small laugh, but quickly covered his mouth.
"Sorry, it's just, I haven't really heard anyone say 'y'all' in awhile, and yes that's us," he apologised.
"Oh, that's alright. I say it a lot actually. Also, you're in event room '7A'," I smiled.
"And where would that be?" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. I smiled and motioned him to follow me. We made it to the hall and I began to walk away.
"Wait!" he yelled after me. I turned to see the man who had asked me for directions running to me. He held out his hand.
"Austin Pamajewon," he introduced. I shook his hand.
"(F/N) (L/N)," I replied. He smiled and handed me a piece of paper. I opened the paper as he and his friends entered the room. It read,
What is you're favorite color?
It was a bit random, but I smiled and took out a pen and wrote my favorite color on it anyway. I folded it carefully and put it in my pocket.
Austin's POV
We had won the first rounds of the tournament and now it was time to go home. We exited the event room and I saw (F/N) standing by the door. I walked over to her and smiled. She handed me the paper I had handed to her before the tournament. I unfolded it and smiled. Her answer read,
Optic Green.
