"I know. It's a massive step up. Better pay. Better title. Bigger platform." She sits on the couch. "But it means leaving the rugby team. Leaving you."
"We'd still live together," I reassure her.
"I know. But we wouldn't work together anymore. No more lunch breaks. No more venting between meetings."
I sit beside her. "What club?"
She names it. One of the Premier League teams. Big. Well-known.
"Pol, that's huge." I'm so excited for her.
"I know."
"Are you going to take it?" I ask her.
"I don't know. They want an answer by next week." She takes another drink. "It's a great opportunity. Career-wise, it's a no-brainer. But the rugby team has been my home for five years. The guys are great. It feels safe."
"Safe isn't always what we need," I tell her, taking a sip of my wine.
She looks at me. "I know. This feels big. Like really big. Life-changing. But I just can't believe they think I'm good enough for the job."
"Babe, you are fucking amazing. Do not doubt yourself."
"Aw. Thanks." She smiles.
"When do they want you to start?"
"I have to give two weeks’ notice. Then they'd want me to start. The season has already begun, so sooner rather than later."
"Do it," I tell her.
"Yeah. You think so?" She refills both our glasses.
"Yes. And you already know you want to."
She sighs. "I hate that you're right."
"You're going to take it."
"Yes." She grins excitedly.
I wrap my arms around her and give her the biggest hug. "I'm so fucking proud of you. You are going to take the soccer world by storm."
"Football," she corrects me.
"Yeah. Yeah." I chuckle as we clink glasses.
My phone buzzes.
I glance at it, there’s a message from Collette.
Collette: OMG. Call me NOW.
I frown. I hadn't noticed my phone was on silent. Shit, what is going on?
"What is it?" Polly asks.
"Collette. She’s freaking out about something." But before I can call my sister, another message buzzes through.
