Rodriguez, you just scored FIVE GOALS you don’t understand the concept of gentle.
I understand the concept of dedicated.
JuJu
That’s what I’m afraid of.
I’m hydrating aggressively.
Good girl.
JuJu
How long until you’re here?
I look out the window. We’re stuck at a red light, the hotel still fifteen minutes away through downtown traffic. Fifteen minutes that feel like fifteen hours.
Too long.
JuJu
I’m nervous.
That makes me pause. She doesn’t usually admit to nerves, usually everything is covered with sarcasm and sass.
We don’t have to. The bet was stupid.
JuJu
Romeo.
What?
JuJu
Get your ass here and deliver on your promise.
All five of them.
Ten minutes.
JuJu
I’ll be waiting.
Probably panicking but waiting.
Dex leans over from across the aisle, trying to read my phone.
“Your girl?”
“Yeah.”
“She recovered from watching you make history?”
“Still processing.”
“I bet she is.” He laughs. “Five goals. That’s marriage-level showing off, man.”
