Gender Swap: The Introvert's Broadcast

Chapter 2

In reality, getting sued over something that happens while gaming isn’t easy, unless you’re saying something incredibly offensive, like making crude remarks to the opposite sex while playing Catch Mind. Still, there was a slim possibility of trouble. It’s not like Yeram has loads of money. We’re just two siblings sharing a one-room apartment, so there’s no way we’re wealthy.

‘We’re barely scraping by as it is.’

Sure, I have some savings, but wasting it on settlements over frivolous lawsuits wasn’t an option. That’s why I decided to step in.

"Let’s be realistic here; the game’s already lost. I’ll just focus on the chat."

I may not know much about League, but seeing the enemy team repeatedly pushing into our base didn’t give me much hope.

"Yeah, the game’s over," Yeram agreed, and I began typing slowly.

[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: Excuse me, Korriki.

[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: May I ask what exactly I did to make you this upset?

I asked as politely as possible. Then—

[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: You came to my lane, spammed Q, took all my minions,

[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: and now you act like you don’t know? lol

They unleashed a flurry of complaints, clearly feeling wronged. I didn’t understand a word, but I wasn’t here to understand.

[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: I see...

[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: That must have been frustrating.

I empathized, considering it seemed Yeram might have been at fault.

[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: Whatever, I’m blocking you.

[All][PersonalityIsRealbb][Korriki]: What’s the point of talking to someone like that?

[All][BackAlleyNeedleSword][Graves]: Alright, take care~

After that, I exited the chat. Yeram looked at me with a curious expression.

"They’re pretty angry. Don’t provoke them; just block their chat and keep playing. If you get sued, it’ll be a hassle for me."

I’d normally help Yeram out, but lawsuits were a different story. There’s no pride in getting sued. Hopefully, she understood.

"Okay, got it," Yeram muttered, and thankfully, I didn’t hear any more typing sounds. Peaceful resolutions are best. I turned off the lights, preparing for tomorrow.

I had to start work tomorrow. It wasn’t a job I’d done before, so it’d be wise to get there early. Nothing’s more frustrating than getting scolded by the boss for being unprepared.

"Yawn."

With that, I drifted off to sleep.

Chirp chirp.

I awoke to birds chirping outside. Not because the sound was pleasant, but because it was annoyingly loud. The trees around here made the bird noise feel like full-on noise pollution.

Coo coo.

Coo coo.

"Yes, ma’am."

With that, the boss began explaining how to operate the coffee machine and prepare drinks. Thankfully, it was simpler than I expected. I’d been worried I wouldn’t get it on the first try.

"Alright, now try making one yourself, start to finish."

The boss sat on a nearby chair, watching me intently as if to say, “Let’s see if you got it.” I’d been learning for thirty minutes, so I figured I could do it. Putting my all into it, I made the coffee.

"Here you go."

It was a simple iced Americano. I wasn’t ready to tackle more complicated drinks, so I started with something basic.

Sip.

The boss took a sip of the iced Americano I made.

"Hmm... Not bad."

She smiled—a bit of a scary smile, but a smile nonetheless. I took it as a positive sign.

"Don’t be too nervous. You won’t be working alone, after all."

"Oh, really?"

I had been trembling, thinking I’d be stuck here alone, running back and forth, but hearing this made me feel relieved.

"Do you know how crowded it gets after school? There’s no way you’d handle that alone."

"Good point."

How was I supposed to know that? I muttered a slight complaint under my breath, and the boss glanced at me before speaking.

"By the way, you look familiar. Remind me of someone who comes here often."

Apparently, Yeram frequented this place. I knew which school she went to, but I’d never paid attention to where she hung out. Didn’t see the need to.

"Yeah, my sister goes to the school nearby."

"I thought so. You two do look alike."

How often did she come here for the boss to remember her face? Here I was, breaking my back working to earn money. It felt unfair. Maybe I should tell her about the struggles of Brazilian coffee workers just to make a point.

"So, does she come here a lot?"

"Yeah, she often comes with a friend."

"She has a friend? I didn’t know that..."

Since she always comes straight home after exams, I assumed she didn’t have friends. Who would’ve thought? It was a surprising revelation.

Just then, I heard the cheerful jingle of the doorbell as a woman walked in.

"Hello!!!"

She seemed like someone I’d be working with from now on. I sighed internally.

"Oh... Hi," I replied, waving halfheartedly, hoping she’d be normal and easy to work with.