I want us to feel the house is ours. Our home. Him and me. I know we are not in a true relationship type relationship. However, we do rely on each other and we are a team. We talk with each other and we share. And we can give the other one space too. Friends in a deep friendlike state. When we are not together, I design clothes and sell them i Sphere. It helps us pay our way to get online and access to a premium level here in Sphere. That's why we can rent a piece of ground to call ours. St1nt has crerated a few apps to enrichen the experience here. They have sold faily so far. He's gifted and once he get the time, he will create magnificent apps and help paying the bills. I really enjoy my work in RL and in here too. The one balances the other. When 'Im getting worn down one place, the other one provide me energy to keep going and get my moods up. OK, I have promised myself to be true and be as authentic I'm able to. It's a certain tendency to overthink and to hide myself and it's just difficult to get outside my comfort zone. Now I'm an inworld designer, I get to sell stuff that people want and sometimes they contact me to get help with my merchandize. To make it fit in a specific way and such. I've come a fair way so far and St1nt also noticed. Gave me a compliment because of it. He sees me. I loved it.I love when we explore and go search this world. You can never see it all and surprises may always lurk around the next corner.

St1nt scanned the bar, turning his head from left to right. The door was behind them, in a corner. To the left, there was a long bar, tables and chairs to the right. A table in the front row was vacant, he walked directly to it and Tirpze followed him. Being the man he was, he waited for her to sit, before he sat down as well. Some guests had glasses in fron of them, all empty. You couldn't realy drink or eat in Sphere, Glasses and plates where props to simulate the real world.

He leaned towards her, to whisper what he had to say. Actually, it didn't make any sense, he thought. They communicated via a secure voiceapp. In reality they both wore a headset with a microphone in front. One, more distant, layer of sound, was the real time sound inside the bar. Another layer was the conversation he and she shared. They could, with the flick of a finger, switch between different channels. He could talk loud into the room in Sphere or talk comfidentlai with her. He reasoned it was a motion to show her that what he had to share was to be confidential and between them.

"Have you heard about the changes to Sphere?", he said. She nodded no. "There are rumors, and some proof, that Sphere is actually is Spheres. There are gateways to another world in here."

"Are you sure it's not only new areas that has been opened, like Pirate Bay?" she said.

"Nope, I've seen screenshots. You know that on our profilepage our status says "citizen"? I'v seen screenshots of players with the satus of "Traveller", he said. "Also, the names of the charaters owning the pages, has been erased on the screenshots".

"Must be a hoax", she said, "how come you believe it's true?"

"I just know. I've researched online in deep secret and I've found traces", he said. "I would really like for us to go investigate and find these gateways.

They both sat in silence as he gave her time to let it sink into her mind.

"I would really like for us to go explore. Only us. You are good at solving puzzles and you are quick on responding if anything happens. This is big. We are to be pioneers", he said.

Another great pause. He noticed her eyes flickered about and she now kind a tried not to look him in his eyes.

"Only us? You know that I'm in a pack", she said.

"I know that you are, you know I do. We also have had these adventures going exploring you and me. Without your pack. But... please... they are not who you want to roam about with. You are treated like crap" he said.

It truly wasn't going the direction he had planned. She should be all psyked up and wanting to go search right away. He knew it was a bad gesture to bad mouth another players pack. It's just, they aren't treating as well as he was and he needed her to follow him, he needed a wingman. Badly. He chose not to define if he wanted help her or help himself.

What a thrill to do a good job and knowing you did a good job. The race drivers jumpsuit I've been working on, is almost finished. Matching set for guys and gals in black/yellow. Colors that should be for every one. I'm happy that we are able to balance being online together and each for our own. A nice touch we are able to do so and are not glued together as teen couples. It's ratehr mature actually. I remember when my dad went practising his little league team and mom stayed home doing her thing wihtout getting interrupted. Of course Stint is allowed to go do what he does with his friends. I trust he also is OK with me doing my job here as well. We are in sync and when I think of it, i might blush a bit.

Tirpze hadn't said something for a while and St1nt knew he had messed up. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of people entering the bar. He didn't think any of it, before he realized they were heading towards their table. He knew it before he had a glance. Her pack. Mr. A-hole in front, of course. A yellow light flashed up in his right corner of his HUD. An invite to group-chat. St1nt was about to turn the invite down and instead he accepted it, hopefully showing Tirpze he was mature and trustworthy in his conduct. No need to embarras her.

"Telling secrets, are we?", A-holes voice was loud and crystal clear. The other male and female following A-hole as puppies smirked. He had to choose his words carefully knowing her pack and her as well were a part of the conversation. St1nt looked at her and she turned her face away. Maybe she had given them away before he did say he wanted this between them. Or maybe she gave him away to suck up to Mr. A. Anyway, his secrets of believing the rumors amd wanting go find the hidden spheres, were now in the open. Mr A knew he knew. He cringed.