Chapter 29
“Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oi, oi, oi!” the crowd cheered inside Melbourne Arena, and I joined in on the catchy, patriotic chant. “Aussie! Oi! Aussie! Oi! Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oi, oi, oi!”
When the shouting finally subsided to excited murmurs at the end of the match, I took the opportunity to guzzle down a mouthful of cold water, soothing my parched throat. Ah, that hit the spot. Thank goodness for the existence of water refill stations at the Aus Open.
“Hey.” Aiden’s breath tickled my ear, eliciting shivers down my spine. “Having fun?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. I shifted around to face him, my eyes taking him in. He currently had his hoodie and sunnies off, but the cap on his head still cast the top part of his face in shadows. Seeing as we were sitting toward the back of the s
