“You and I having dinner together?In public?”
Evan laughs.“I’ll blend in.No one’ll notice me.”
I shake my head.“Give me two minutes.I’ll get my stuff and then we’ll go.”
“Aren’t you hungry?”Evan asks, finally raising his head from his plate.
“Watching you eat almost makes me lose my appetite.”
“I need fuel.”
“How’s it going with the team?Any other games coming up?”
“Coach said on Sunday he’d let me play in the second half.Fifteen minutes, but I’ll take it.”
“This is only the start.You’ll be in the lineup soon enough.”
“Please, God.”He wipes his mouth.“I hate parking my arse on the bench.It deserves a bit of a showcase.”
I laugh and take a sip of water.
“And you?How are things going?”
“The usual: hospitals, emergencies, and people who think sticking a courgette up their backside is tantric.”
“Really?A courgette?”
“One of the favourites.”
“I would never want to be in your shoes.”
“You get used to everything.”
Evan pauses, then lifts his gaze.“Is he gone?”he asks discreetly.
“He was feeling better.There was no reason to stay.”
“I thought there was.”
I thought so too, but stay silent.
“So… is that it, then?”
I nod, resigned.
“Just another arsehole?”
I can’t help but smile.“Another one for the list.”
“I’m sorry.”
I set my fork down on the plate and turn to face him, studying his expression.
“I shouldn’t have messed with you.”
“You do it all the time.I’m used to it.”
“This time, I shouldn’t have.”
