"I'm going to play soccer with my friends at the stadium. Wanna come watch us play?” Arthur asked casually, as if he wasn't serious, but his gaze was expecting me to nod.
"You just finished breakfast. Are you going to be okay?" I asked, puzzled and strange.
Usually, people play soccer in the afternoon, and I didn’t think Arthur was into a sport that required working with teammates.
"I'll play in 30 minutes. My stomach should have digested my food," he said, patting his stomach twice.
I had about two hours before practice.
Arthur and his friends were playing soccer at the stadium. It looked like my training would be pushed back, or Gamma Monica would have me run once the place was empty.
Sitting in the bleachers and watching a soccer game was my first time at the stadium.
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