*Asher*
Ophelia texts me a few days later. She wanted to handle our plans for the date. “I'm not letting you wine and dine me; that's not who I am," she had said to me on the phone. “If we're going on a date, I'm making the plans."
I have no issue with this. The fact she's giving me a chance is all I'd wanted. Our game against the Chefs was a beatdown. We were on our game. Mark and I couldn't help but scream in celebration after the fourth quarter ended. 35-3 was our final score. So, two games down, and the rest of the season to go.
As I'm traveling back to Nashville from Arkansas, I talk on the phone to AJ, whose team also won this week.
“How is it you end up in a situation in which ghost-singing is involved?" he inquires.
I turn on my blinker, almost to Ophelia's place. “You ask t
