Bobby's face turns a shade darker. I put my hand out and he shakes it quickly. "I know who you are, ma'am. Nice to meet you. The front office told me to appropriate larger towels so they cover more." He doesn't quite meet my eyes the entire time he talks. "Here they are," he hands me two large, fluffy, white towels. "I'll have fresh ones for you each day. Your kicking stats are impressive and you're exactly what our team needs."
It's so hard not to smirk at Aiden. At least this kid has an open mind. "Thank you, Bobby. How did you come across my kicking stats?"
He shuffles his feet and looks down at the floor. "I tallied them myself. I saw the story about you on TV a couple years ago and started following your games."
This kid can't be more than eighteen or nineteen. He also isn't in the
