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Quincey
When I saw Nate’s friend on the football field, I knew he’d be huge. That made sense with his position. He was one of the big guys, but when he came out to the vehicle, and when Nate got out to greet him—I hadn’t been prepared. I didn’t think he’d even fit into the SUV.
Dierek started laughing, noting my reaction. “They’ve been friends for a long time. Prepare for little boy giggles.”
He wasn’t on the same wavelength as me, but now that he mentioned it, I was seeing a young Nate out there. He was all smiles, and he jumped into the football guy’s arms.
“Matteo, right?”
“Yes. He’s a big Hawaiian. That’s usually how he introduces himself to people.”
I nodded. Got it. Matteo. I didn’t want to mess up his name. Unlike Nate’s other friends, Nate said he hadn’t shared with Matte
