Tyler laughs. “I was on the night shift. I have the day off today.”
“Lucky you.”
“Lucky for you guys.”
Anya grimaces, taking a sip of her takeaway coffee.
“How’s it going?” he asks me.
“I just hope they win.”
“Relax, they will.”
“You think?”
“The other team hasn’t trained as hard.”
“So our hopes are pinned on the fact that our opponents are lazy?”
He laughs again. “More or less.”
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“It doesn’t look like you have much faith in Kerry.”
“He didn’t have many sessions to get to know the team. He didn’t have enough time to prepare them, to—”
“I wasn’t talking about the tournament.”
I should’ve seen that coming.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Tyler,” I tell him, my voice hard.
“Probably not, no.”
He fixes his gaze ahead of him, towards the bench, where Skylar has joined her dad.
“Luckily, someone else has decided to put their trust in him.”
I smile involuntarily.
“And I think it’s been really good for him.”
As soon as the match started, Anya disappeared in search of another coffee, and Tyler went over to join Niall on the bench. Skylar came over to sit with me.
“How did last night go?” I ask her, discreetly.
“It went well, I think.”
“You think?”
“I haven’t been out with many guys, so I have nothing to compare it with.”
“You shouldn’t try to compare them anyway.”
“Maybe not. What about you? You weren’t with Kerry when he came to pick us up.”
“He dropped me home first,” I say, vaguely. “I was tired.”
