533: MORE TALK, MORE FUN

ARIEL'S POV Janice and I stepped through the glass doors of the arcade, and there was the familiar scent of popcorn and the faint hum of neon lights. The sounds assaulted my senses, digital melodies, so much laughter, different clinking of tokens and all that, and I have to say, everything blended pretty good together. Sprawled before us right here, like a technicolor wonderland, row upon row, different cabinets with their mesmerizing displays. To my left, a group of teenagers huddled around a vintage Pac-Man machine. They were really serious about what they were doing, no doubt about that. They had no idea, but their expressions were so funny that even Janice had to laugh at them. "Mom, just take a look at those guys," she told me, pointing towards them. "Shh," I replied in a whisper, taking her hand down. "I think it's best you don't talk about those guys." "Why? It's funny." "Yeah, but if they get to see you, it will be really annoying to them and they might