RIVER
I look down at the tickets he had shoved in my hand and then back up at his face. "What is this, and why?" I ask. He looks confused at my question, as if that was not what he expected from me.
"Tickets to the game"
"Why?" I ask, wondering if he thought I was interested in the game just because I asked.
"Earlier today, you spoke about how..." He was stuttering and overgesturing with his hands. He looked flustered, as if I had put him on the spit, so I nodded and took a step back to create a bigger gap between us.
"Thank you for this."
"There are three tickets, so you can tag along with your friends," he said, the pressure suddenly lifting off his shoulders. It was almost visible how I saw the flustered look fly away from his face in the moment.
"Good night, Taylor," I say and o
