Samantha
“Stop fidgeting.” Delaney swats my hand as we ride the escalator to the suite. “I don’t understand why you’re so nervous. This is going to be amazing!”
“I’m nervous because Colt’s been sort of distant all week, and I don’t know what that means. Does he regret inviting me? Plus, shouldn’t Colt’s guests know at least something about football?”
“I know about football.” She flings her blonde hair over her shoulder.
“Yes, but you aren’t dating him. What if he’s embarrassed the person he’s dating doesn’t know anything beyond what the line of scrimmage is? I only know that because he explained it to me when I didn’t know what film was for.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Delaney says as we step off the escalator. “You aren’t the first person to date someone without understanding what they
