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the other players on her team. Reye put her socks and cleats in her bag and slipped her sandals on while continuing to talk.
“ No, I just really wanted to win. You know how I dis like being underestimated.”
“Sure, Reye, whatever you say,” Sam said, preparing to walk away.
“Whatever, Sam,” she returned. “Are you coming to The Garden?”
“Sure. I’ll be there,” he said, and left the field.
Reye walked over to her truck, meeting both Stephen and Henri en route. “Good game, Reye, didn’t know you played, let alone so well,” said a smiling Henri. “Thanks,” she replied.
She looked over at Stephen, who stood covered in a thin layer of dirt and sweat. She felt his body calling out to her as she looked him over. His clothing clung to his body, reminding her of her time spent draped over him. She moved her eyes from his body to his face and she could tell from the smug smirk of his lips that he’d caught her staring.
He had been wiggling his fingers in front of her trying to get her attention, and laughed outright at the look of chagrin on her face. “We are going over to The Garden for some beer, would you like to join us?” he asked, trying to contain his laughter.
She smiled at being caught, laughing in spite of her embarrassment. “Our team is going over, too,” she said.
“Seriously,” Stephen said. “You’re a really strong player. I had to work hard to keep up with you.”
“Thank you. You’re no slouch, either,” she said, moving to open her truck door. “See you two later.”
* * *
Reye walked into The Garden to find that Sam had already secured a table for their team. The Graduates were well into their beers as they looked over their menus. Everyone had arrived. It was as always, lively at The Garden after a game, win or lose. It was loud, filled with the grunts, shouts, and friendly trash-talking that was found between teams after a game. Saturdays at The Garden were reserved for festivities surrounding the other football game, American football. Sundays at The Garden were reserved for the real “futbal”, soccer. Reye enjoyed hanging here reliving the game, where she usu ally accepted praise from her fellow teammates for her exceptional play. She slyly looked around The Garden searching for Stephen, who hadn’t arrived yet. So she sat, both nervous and excited, surrounded by her brother and her teammates, but only concerned about the appearance of one person. As much as she would wish those feeling away, they didn’t seem to want to go. So why not give into them? She had always taken pride in her ability to push past her fears. Why stop now? So, she decided tonight that if Stephen seemed interested still, she would go for it. Having reached this conclusion, she sat back, more than ready for him to arrive.
Stephen pulled into the parking lot with Henri riding shotgun. He cut the engine and stared out the window for a second, lost in thought. He had been quiet on the drive over, his mind occupied with Reye. What to do with her? He hadn’t called her, but he’d felt his connec t ion to her reignite today on the field. He didn’t want any more rejection, but he wasn’t ready to let it go, either. He decided that if he detected any interest from her, he’d try again.
“So what’s up?” Stephen turned at Henri’s question, a little surprised. He been wrapped up in his thoughts and had forgotten Henri was there.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You still like her?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“You haven’t asked for my opinion, but for what it’s worth, I think it’s mutual. I watched her scoping you when you were playing,” he said with a smirk. “Here’s another question for you. Why her?”
“Damned if I know,” Stephen said. With that said, they headed into The Garden.
* * *
Reye noticed him immediately as he entered with Henri. He spotted her and gave her a nod in acknowl edgement. He didn’t come over, but headed instead
“ No, I just really wanted to win. You know how I dis like being underestimated.”
“Sure, Reye, whatever you say,” Sam said, preparing to walk away.
“Whatever, Sam,” she returned. “Are you coming to The Garden?”
“Sure. I’ll be there,” he said, and left the field.
Reye walked over to her truck, meeting both Stephen and Henri en route. “Good game, Reye, didn’t know you played, let alone so well,” said a smiling Henri. “Thanks,” she replied.
She looked over at Stephen, who stood covered in a thin layer of dirt and sweat. She felt his body calling out to her as she looked him over. His clothing clung to his body, reminding her of her time spent draped over him. She moved her eyes from his body to his face and she could tell from the smug smirk of his lips that he’d caught her staring.
He had been wiggling his fingers in front of her trying to get her attention, and laughed outright at the look of chagrin on her face. “We are going over to The Garden for some beer, would you like to join us?” he asked, trying to contain his laughter.
She smiled at being caught, laughing in spite of her embarrassment. “Our team is going over, too,” she said.
“Seriously,” Stephen said. “You’re a really strong player. I had to work hard to keep up with you.”
“Thank you. You’re no slouch, either,” she said, moving to open her truck door. “See you two later.”
* * *
Reye walked into The Garden to find that Sam had already secured a table for their team. The Graduates were well into their beers as they looked over their menus. Everyone had arrived. It was as always, lively at The Garden after a game, win or lose. It was loud, filled with the grunts, shouts, and friendly trash-talking that was found between teams after a game. Saturdays at The Garden were reserved for festivities surrounding the other football game, American football. Sundays at The Garden were reserved for the real “futbal”, soccer. Reye enjoyed hanging here reliving the game, where she usu ally accepted praise from her fellow teammates for her exceptional play. She slyly looked around The Garden searching for Stephen, who hadn’t arrived yet. So she sat, both nervous and excited, surrounded by her brother and her teammates, but only concerned about the appearance of one person. As much as she would wish those feeling away, they didn’t seem to want to go. So why not give into them? She had always taken pride in her ability to push past her fears. Why stop now? So, she decided tonight that if Stephen seemed interested still, she would go for it. Having reached this conclusion, she sat back, more than ready for him to arrive.
Stephen pulled into the parking lot with Henri riding shotgun. He cut the engine and stared out the window for a second, lost in thought. He had been quiet on the drive over, his mind occupied with Reye. What to do with her? He hadn’t called her, but he’d felt his connec t ion to her reignite today on the field. He didn’t want any more rejection, but he wasn’t ready to let it go, either. He decided that if he detected any interest from her, he’d try again.
“So what’s up?” Stephen turned at Henri’s question, a little surprised. He been wrapped up in his thoughts and had forgotten Henri was there.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You still like her?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“You haven’t asked for my opinion, but for what it’s worth, I think it’s mutual. I watched her scoping you when you were playing,” he said with a smirk. “Here’s another question for you. Why her?”
“Damned if I know,” Stephen said. With that said, they headed into The Garden.
* * *
Reye noticed him immediately as he entered with Henri. He spotted her and gave her a nod in acknowl edgement. He didn’t come over, but headed instead
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