Thundering applause, cheerleaders shouting from both sides for opposing teams, and the smell of . . . grease and alcohol. Lillian had never actually been to an official football game before and, glancing about, she felt a little anxious in such a large crowd, her hand finding Lucius’ so he could guide her along after him. He glanced back at her, lips quirked upward, taking in her apprehensive expression, eyes shifting all over the place anxiously.
“First time?” he wondered. Then, shaking his head, “I should’ve figured.”
“What?” she half-yelled back, other hand gripping his sleeve, pressing closer to his back as they wandered past more people moving about beside the field.
His shoulders shook and she realized he was laughing at her.
When she hit his back in complaint,
