“I miss hanging out with you.” He says. Licking my ice-cream, I smile.
“How have training been?”
“Hectic, tiresome, tedious. We have to prepare for the last season you know. Coach is on our necks but that's because he wants us to win the game.” I nod in understanding continuing walking as he directed us to an empty seat.
“Will you come to my game? Not that I’m forcing you or what not, I’ll love if you came for my game.” He rushes the sentence looking tensed and nervous while scratching the back of his neck. I laugh.
“If you stop acting like I’m going to kill you then I'll come.” Giving him a wink, he grins.
“Will you uh wear my jersey? For good luck.” He rushes out the sentence. I grin playfully.
“Austin are you trying to run when you can't walk.” He sighs looking down.
“I need you
