"Can you see the screen floating in front, Match?" I asked.
The little girl nodded at my question with her eyes staring in front. "I do, and I can also see yours."
Match leaned her head on my shoulder and marked her hand on the screen in front of me. Her weak breath touched my face while feeling sleepy from the conversation. But she knew this was necessary for her to know.
As if responding to her hand, the words written on the blue boards flickered while she read the phrases out loud.
"NPC, not a player, Red Rose. What does that mean?" She confessed.
Her eyes slid through her front and stared at the bluish panel floating before her. I could also perceive her status window and locked our eyes at the similar sentence inscribed on the monitor.
"NPC, not a player, Match Everette." She added.
