Can she actually handle five? When we made this bet, it seemed fun and flirty. Two goals was sexy. Three was ambitious.
But five? Five might actually break her. Or me. Or both of us.
At least we’ll have fun finding out.
I dress quickly—suit, tie slightly crooked because my hands are shaking with leftover adrenaline and anticipation.
The bus is already loading when I get outside.
“There he is!” Brody shouts. “The five-goal man!”
I make my way to my usual seat, trying to ignore the way everyone’s grinning at me. The bus pulls out and begins the slow crawl through downtown Calgary traffic.
My phone buzzes.
JuJu
I’m at the hotel.
Where?
JuJu
In our room. Having a mental breakdown.
Why?
JuJu
You know why.
Could be about anything. Very vague.
JuJu
FIVE GOALS ROMEO.
I was there.
JuJu
I’ve been googling things.
What things?
JuJu
Whether Calgary has good emergency rooms.
Why would you need an emergency room?
JuJu
Reasons. Five reasons specifically.
I’ll be gentle.
JuJu
