today was the racing stars football charity match. your boyfriend, arthur, had been selected to play so you obviously went to watch.

his team won 4-3. as he went to collect his medal, the girl giving them seemed awfully flirty. she hugged him then kissed his cheek. disgusted was an understatement. as much as his face showed he didn’t like it, he didn’t reject it.

you were walking back to his ferrari. him now in some jeans and a plain white jumper, not in the football kit, while you were still in the pretty summer dress you were wearing with your hair in a plait. but you weren’t talking to him. you were annoyed.