His Plaything
"Where do I even start? So, I finally got the contract."
"Oh my god, Gray!" I squealed, feeling a rush of pride as if I was the one he was talking about. "When was this? I knew you'd make it!"
"About a week ago. Wanted to tell you in person after you got out. It's a lotta work, B. Between training, endorsements, the game schedules—it's a madhouse. Oh, and there's this guy." His face softened, a shy smile sneaking its way out. "Met him through one of the assistant coaches. Smart, funny, kinda too-good-to-be-true, you know?"