The Quarterback's Roommate
“Dante. Quarterback. Also terrible at parallel parking, so we’re even on the clumsiness scale.”
We exchanged insurance info right there in the middle of the lot, but the conversation didn’t end there. He asked what I was reading; I showed him the stack and rambled about Sylvia Plath for way too long, fully aware I was oversharing. Surprisingly, he listened, nodding like he actually cared, then mentioned how he sometimes listened to audiobooks during long drives between away games. The rain that had been threatening all day finally broke—fat drops splattering the asphalt and soaking us both.