I was a bit surprised at his question. Why would he want to know about my birthday? My eighteenth birthday to be exact. I decided to tell him anyway. "September 8."
He nodded and gave me a small smile. "That's the next try-out game."
"Yeah," I said, sighing. "That's why I don't know how to throw a debut party and attend the next match at the same time. Just the thought of it gives me a headache."
"Well, you don't have to worry about the game, Quin," he said and leaned against the gate. "I saw how you play and I must say, you improved a lot."
"Yes. All credits to you, Eric," I said, gripping tightly to the metal handle of the gate. "You did a lot of things for me. How can I repay you?"
He moved closer and fixed his eyes into mine. "How about a dance with you on your debut birthday."
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