Air Hockey Table -

Jax served—a lightning-fast bank shot that rattled off the side rails. Leo tracked it, his striker meeting the puck with a deafening crack . The puck didn't just slide; it soared, grazing the edge of the goal before Jax parried it away.

Leo gripped his red plastic striker until his knuckles turned white. Across the white, perforated tundra stood Jax, the undisputed king of the arcade. Jax didn't just play; he calculated. air hockey table

Jax stared at the empty goal, then looked up at Leo. He didn't yell. Instead, he reached across the cold, smooth surface and offered a handshake. "Nice spin, kid," Jax muttered. "Table's yours." Jax served—a lightning-fast bank shot that rattled off