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“Ah, no,” I replied, flushing bright red. “Definitely not. I was never any good at it. But I love watching. I love the physicality of the game.”
Johnny nodded, absorbing everything I was telling him with perfect politeness, only to surprise the hell out of me when he said, “I think you’d like rugby.”
My brows rose up at the odd statement.
“I think what you meant to say is I might die playing rugby,” I corrected, gesturing to my body. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of on the small side.”
A huge smile spread across his face, dimples emerging.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said, chuckling. “I meant that I think you’d enjoy watching rugby. If you enjoy GAA so much, you’d love the physicality of rugby.”
“I do enjoy it,” I reminded him. “When Ireland are playing.” Not that I have a bull’s clue of what’s going on, I skipped adding.
“What about local teams? School rugby? Provincial sides? Ever been to any games before last week?”
He was firing off questions quicker than I could respond.
I attempted to answer him as best I could. “No, I don’t follow any team aside from the international squad, and I’ve never been to any other games.”
Johnny nodded again, taking in everything I was saying like it was important.
“I play,” he finally said.
“For Tommen. Yeah, I know,” I quipped. “I saw you, and I still have an egg on the back to my head to prove it.”
Johnny grimaced. “No,” he pressed, tone oddly serious. “I mean I play.”
I stared blankly back at him. “That’s…good?”
He released an impatient laugh. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I honestly don’t.”
He considered this for a long moment before nodding. “I like that.”
“You like what?”
“That you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he replied without hesitation. “It’s a little insulting and a lot refreshing.”
“Uh, well, you’re welcome?” I offered, not knowing what to say to that. “So, rugby’s your thing, huh?”
Johnny smirked. “You could say that.”
I felt like I was missing something here.
“And you’re good?”
I thought he was good.
I thought he was the best out there last Friday, but I didn’t have a clue about the sport.
His smile widened, eyes crinkling slightly, as he repeated his earlier words, “You could say that.”
Okay, I was definitely missing something.
“Am I going to be embarrassed by this?” I asked, racking my brain for information that might help me.
I didn’t have any.
