Bright lavender eyes peered over the top of a computer screen, scanning over the different faces in the café. 'Hm,' he thought, trying to pick out which of the other occupants on laptop computers was most likely to be the person he was talking with online.

It was all just a game; played by him and about five hundred other people within his metro area, and around five million game itself was like a mix between a treasure hunt and a game of I spy.

The rules on the website were perfectly clear: each week the administrators of the website would pair together random users and assign each pair a time, along with a location where it wasn't unusual for people to use their laptop computers. Without being given any hints about each other's appearance, they're left on their own to figure out who the person they're supposed to meet is.

He glanced back at his computer screen when his Seek Me instant messenger began blinking. "Argh. I can't figure out who you are. I keep looking and looking, but I can't tell which one you are. Can you give me a hint?" Amani read.

"Let me think of a hint and ask an online admin really fast, just to make sure it isn't too revealing and doesn't break the rules," he typed, pressing the enter button to send the message.

"You and the rules," came the reply, along with an eye-rolling emoticon.

"They monitor all conversations, you know. That's how they know whenever email addresses are exchanged, and people get banned for it. I really enjoy playing this game. I'm not going to break the rules," he replied back, letting out a soft sigh as he hit enter.

He opened the main messenger window, clicking on the name of an online administrator. After a couple exchanged messages, a ruling on the hint was made.

"Ah. I completely forgot that they watched every conversation. My bad. I really like this game too."

He read the new message from his current partner, then began typing up his reply. "The admin said my hint was fine, though I believe I know who you are. Brown t-shirt, blue jeans, old sneakers, and a light blue MAC with a piece of duct tape on the back of the monitor, correct?"

The person he'd described looked startled, lifting his head to look around in an attempt to figure out which of the people within sight was the one he was talking to. After a few minutes, he turned his attention back to his computer. "They aren't kidding when they say you always win. I have to admit, that unnerved me. But I still can't tell who you are."

"I'm one of the few people here that don't look depressed."

Light blue eyes looked up again, scanning over the people who didn't look absolutely miserable. "You're one of three people. The creepy middle-aged balding guy by the door, the redhead with silver bangs, or the woman with a sleeping baby."

"Well, you found me. Now which one am I?"

"Hmm." He stopped typing to look between the three people he'd described. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're the redhead. He's the only one that looks intelligent enough to make the observations that you make."

Lavender eyes twinkled upon reading the compliment. He closed his laptop and stood, slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and picked up his computer, tucking it under his arm. He walked over to the table where the man with the light blue MAC sat, extending his hand to him as a greeting.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Purple Frog," he said with a friendly smile.

"Hey, I was right for once," the blue eyed man said with a laugh, shaking the redhead's hand. "Toxic Dove, but you've already figured that out. Real name is Max, what's yours?"

"Amani," he said with a nod, sitting down across from Max, setting his laptop on the table and opening it again. "So how many rounds of this have you played?" he asked curiously.

"Well, I joined the website about eight months ago. You're my third partner so far. I've lost all three rounds," he said with a nervous laugh. "What about you?"

"I'm one of the first hundred users. I've seen the site grow from an infant to a full grown adult in three years time. I've played over two hundred rounds of Seek. I remember back when you could be paired up with as many as four people on a single day," he explained as he contacted an administrator to confirm that they'd found each other.

"How many have you lost?" Max asked, flagging down a waitress and ordering some food.

"I've lost nine," Amani said, ordering food as well.

They left the café after about an hour and went to a movie together. After the movie they found a place to hang out for a little while, before exchanging phone numbers and parting ways. It had been another successful round of Seek Me Out.