Juked
She pats me on the shoulder and leaves me sitting by my lonesome.
It takes a second, but I realize I never even asked her name.
"Daniel!" Frederick Maldano, one of our mid-fielders, shouts my name as he races up to the vacant seat next to me. "How you holding up, man? We did good on the field today!"
"That we did."
We talk shop for a few minutes while he gets his order filled. Before I know it, he digs in his wallet and pulls out a couple small pieces of paper.
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