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"Yeah," I agreed. I knew how certain games looked so easy and dumb, but once you get started playing them, you slowly become addicted to them. BlipBubble was one such game.
"Is that the same strategy you went for with your other games?"
"Not exactly … well, yes, in fact, it was always something along that line."
I thought for a few seconds, "What if I tell you I have an idea for a new game, would you want to hear it?" I asked him.
"I am willing to hear anything that is fresh, although I really don't like to use anyone else’s game ideas," he said.
"Don't worry, this is an original idea. It may sound stupid to you, but I kinda think it's cool." I defended myself even before saying my idea.
"Let me hear it, because no idea is a bad idea," he said, encouraging me to talk.
He didn’t look desperate or starving to hear my idea. Just curious.
Well then—go for it!
I moved to sit next to him on the sofa. I leaned conspiratorially into him and whispered my idea into his ear very quietly. As I pulled back to see his reaction, Trev's eyes widened as he got the concept behind my idea. "Hmm, that doesn't sound half bad," he kept nodding, almost as if I had opened a doorway to a flood of ideas, and he was trying to solve all the problems to make my idea an actual game. "Not a bad idea at all," he said again.
Seeing him agree to my idea made my heart leap. I was glad that I had done something to help.
It was still a bit of a shock to me, knowing that Trev was a game designer, but what surprised me the most was how freeing it felt talking to him. I had always seen him as the arrogant, grumpy, shut-down man who was too proud and too good for us here in our little town.
You see. You have layers to you. So does he.
I watched as he got lost in his head, doubtless calculating codes and numbers. I had no idea what he murmured under his breath, but I knew it was work-related, and the smile on his face said he was onto something big.
It would be a little while, but I could never have imagined the impact of my idea.
Chapter 13
Trev
Itwasunbelievable!Inever pictured Lindsey as a gamer. I couldn't imagine that she had played a game I created. I looked at her in awe, my mind trying to understand the coding I would use to make her idea come to life. What surprised me the most was how I was willing to take her idea and not feel any twinge of guilt.
You always yapped about not wanting to buy ideas from others, but here you are, happily keying into the concept she gave you.
"It's a good one, right?" she asked, breaking my concentration.
I wanted to deny it, but the joy on her face made me do otherwise. "It is, though making it might be a bit challenging to develop. But then, it’s the challenge I go for," I confessed.
Hearing me admit to her idea being great, Lindsey's eyes widened with joy. I could tell she was really glad to have come up with it. I was glad that I didn't take that away from her.
It felt refreshing talking to her.
She’s more than a struggling innkeeper, man. You already knew this. If you’d get your head out of your ass now.
When she had come to me, I was reluctant to tell her anything. But after I did, I felt so much lighter, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that she had given me something to work with, or if it was just talking to her in general.
You hate to admit she makes you feel good.
It's been a long time since you felt comfortable with a woman.
"I should get to my room and write out a few things so I don't forget them," I said to her as I got up to leave.
"All right then, buckle down to it!" Her words of sincere support thawed my heart.
For a second, I felt like I didn't want to leave her there. I wanted to stay with her, talk to her, and know more about her. What other hobbies was she into?
