Haunted house

"So, where do you wanna go next, baby," Ethan asked, while he shoved his hands inside the pockets of his Jean.

"Actually, I want to keep playing the game. It's not in my nature to lose a game and walk away without giving it a second or third try......until I win," she said, shrugging off her shoulders before she walked away. Ethan felt the same, it seemed they possessed similar characteristics. Wasn't this the heaven's way of telling them, they were truly meant for each other? Ethan couldn't help feeling so proud of himself for falling in love with her.

They both played the game for the second, third, fourth time and they lost every time. Unlike Ethan who was either loosening his tie or pulling his sleeves as he played his ever frustrating game, one would actually think he was preparing himself for a dead or alive battle, given the look on his face at the moment, Aviana only cried out in frustration, "Ugh!! That was close!!" When it was Ethan's turn to play, Aviana turned all her att