Meanwhile, in the arcade section, Tommy's mouth fell open in pure horror.
He slowly turned to the boy, who was smiling proudly at his victory.
"Son, why didn't you tell me you're actually a professional?" he gasped.
Primo giggled.
"You are... wow!" Tommy shook his head. "I'm honestly at a loss for words."
He looked back at the screen.
He knew he wasn't as young as he used to be, but this was one of the games he had grown up playing. It had been one of his favorite pastimes, and he had always been confident in his skills.
That confidence, however, was completely shattered by Primo.
A part of him couldn't help but feel challenged.
He was proud of the boy, but watching Primo beat him so effortlessly made his competitive spirit flare.
Primo grinned before grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling a short note.
[Grandpapa, you're just like Mama.]
Tommy's brows rose as he read it.
