A World Cup Without You
Just as I reached the private room I knew so well, the sound of laughter and voices from inside stopped me in my tracks.
"Reid, that post you put up last night was bold as hell." It was one of his friends, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Seriously. Wearing a Portugal jersey is one thing, but that caption? Did your wife not lose it when she saw that?"
"The video of your proposal is still pinned in the group chat, man. Everyone in this city knows how obsessed you were with Argentina."
The room went quiet for a moment, then came the click of a lighter.
"So what?" Reid's voice was lazy, completely indifferent. "The mood was right that night. I just got caught up in it. Looking back, pinning