“That’s a fake sweetheart.” Felix watches you with amusement. “Wrong number, too.” He points, smiling way too big.

“Well the real thing isn’t cheap, sweetheart.” you hum and leans forward.

“Take mine then.” Felix lifts his jersey over his head tossing it at you.

“See ya after the game? Wish me luck, hm?” Felix winks, running back onto the court.