Oh, how he wanted you. Braden is his best friend, but you just had a way of pulling him to you. Maybe it was your confidence or those little glances you would give him even when Braden was beside you. Tonight, Matt lost one of his games; he insisted he wanted to be alone, yet when you sat next to him on the bar stool, he felt less pathetic.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to coach me out of this ‘self-loathing phase’.” He said with a teasing smile.