Mm’not sure. Don’t feel so good, might just go nap.
Dork. You want anything to eat?
Well, I mean…alright. I suppose…do what you need to do.
I’ll pass, i think. Stadium food is slightly gross.
Have fun, yeah? It’ll be like a real good match, mhm.
Are you not staying?
Well, uh. I have to go uhm…find Rodgers so.
I’m covering the match, so I’m afraid I can’t have any bias. That would be quite unprofessional.
Oh. Okay. Uh…yep.
You’re the weird one, pretty sure.
Pretty sure that’s false, really. You’re rooting for the Harpies right? Otherwise I might have to disown you. I know two people on that team.
…do uh…you need t’borrow a jersey? I have two.
I’m sure my modesty is why you asked me to marry you.
…I don’t think so. I picked the right number. He went to get it for me.
You’re so weird.
Ooh, how terrible, love. But I’m here, so. You have plenty more reasons to smile.
And you’re so modest about it too.
Oh! Hey. Babe you look grumpy, you should smile more.
…no, really, is it nineteen?
Mmph, there’s too many annoying things for me to smile. Obviously. I’ve been bumped into about twelve times.
Oh-…yeah, Sarah’s playin’.
Don’t sound so excited, kiddo. Come on, I’ll buy you a cookie or something.
Well…I don’t…Britt, what’s Sarah’s number?
I don’t bloody know, 19?
…dunno if it’ll help, but like…yeah.
…not having dreams is nice.
You uh…sure it’s okay?