(Vince POV with third POV flow)
If Vince Kho had ever pretended his life lacked spectacle, the universe has always taken it as a personal challenge.
Because now, standing at the edge of the bowling lane under overly dramatic neon lighting, he found himself in what Anthony pompously announced as:
"The Final Showdown."
"No pressure," Jeff muttered. "Just pride, legacy, and your fragile masculinity on the line."
"Please," Vince scoffed. "My masculinity is titanium-grade."
"Your ego is inflatable," Kate added.
Lara sighed quietly beside him. "Can you two focus?"
Yes. Focus. Bowling. The point of the evening. Completely unrelated to the way he noticed the slight crease of concentration between her brows, or how she pushed her hair back as if ready for a quiet war.
He cleared his throat. Subtle. Casual.
"Larazilla," he murmured, lowering his voice just enough for only her to hear, "I hope you're aware we are now participating in the most dramatic game of our lives."
