The Half-Step

Michael slid a transfer sheet across the table, voice flat as if he were discussing routine paperwork. “We’re moving you to the bench.” Logan didn’t look up. “For you and for the team,” Michael said. He understood what that meant. That’s how pro esports works. Once you become the face of a mistake, everyone learns to stand a little farther away from you. Nobody defends you on camera when you’re the one who lost the game. When he packed his things, nobody in the practice room said much. Aiden Ross walked past and put a hand on his shoulder. Lucas Reed started to speak, then only said, “Keep working.” Logan nodded. He carried his bag out into the parking lot under a cold wind. At the far end were a few people waiting to ask questions.