“I’ll leave you to it.” She said, “The full report with the heat maps, slow-motion clips, and hamstring recommendations is already in your inbox, Mr Rothwell.” She gave me a small smile. “Review it when you can; the hesitation on your drop-back could become an issue if it’s not addressed.”
She held my gaze for a brief second, one last time. The faint citrus scent lingered in the air as she stepped back.
“Goodnight, everyone,” she added softly, nodding to Cheryl and Lucas before heading for the door, her ponytail swaying behind her.
“Drop your text number in my inbox,”
I called after her casually. She let out a small laugh and walked out. The door clicked shut, leaving the three of us in heavy silence.
“Text number? Seriously?”
“It's not that much of a deal,” I shrugged, grabbing a
