“No, no, she texted me. She knew I would be seeing you at work.” Hita laughs, then adds, “You don’t like having to look at some strange guy’s private parts when you’re brushing your teeth?”
Grimacing from the thought of this morning’s visual that’s now burned into my brain, I tell Hita, “You know, it was kind of disturbing.”
Hita nods before saying, “Especially since you hadn’t even had your first cup of coffee.”
I nod in agreement. “And I don’t even drink coffee.”
Chapter 4 – Soccer with Isabelle
Since I was five I’ve played soccer. At first it was AYSO, then I was on a club team, in high school I was on the JV and varsity team. My college was too competitive, so I played on a fun club team instead.
After pulling my car into a spot right near the field, I lace up my cleats and look around for Isabelle. She’s already warming up, dribbling the ball up and down the field. Isabelle was princess Belle, in college. Her dad is white and her mom is Chinese. She’s a combination of the two, with her brown hair streaked with natural gold highlights and light brown eyes. At barely five feet tall and weighing maybe one hundred pounds, she surprises our opponents with her speed and how aggressively she goes after the ball.
After joining Isabelle she says, “I hear you got an eyeful this morning.”
“God, what is it with Meredith? Did she blast it to everyone?”
“No, Hita texted me.”
“I work ten feet from Hita. When did she have time to gossip?”
“You know us Princesses; we always find time to share…everything.”
We run toward our coach and the other players as he gathers us up so we can start on our drills. As we head to our cars after practice, Isabelle says, “Hey, don’t I get to hear about Abs Guy?”
“Hita can’t keep her mouth shut.”
“I hear he’s hot, and that’s without having any idea what his face looks like. Anyway, what else do we talk about?”
“Jobs, clothes, parents, vacations,” I list off.
Giving me an annoyed look, she asks, “What fun things do we talk about?”
“Guys, sex…sex, guys, yeah, I get your point.”
“So?” Isabelle says with a tone of impatience.
“So, what?”
“So, what’s next on your agenda for Abs Guy?” she asks.
Giving her my own annoyed look, I respond, “I’m hoping he shows up at workout tomorrow. Now the next big challenge is to find out his name and to make sure he’s on the eligible players list.”
Isabelle nods, finally saying, “Finding out his name is the first step.” Then giving me a little smile she continues, “Don’t forget to flirt. You need to make sure he knows you’re interested.”
Nodding my head in agreement, I think back to how quickly Cassie snared Beau Bradly in high school. For her, it only took direct eye contact, a flirty smile, and a giggle for guys to think they had a chance. Then again, it’s always helped that she looks like a supermodel. But I figure it wouldn’t hurt to emulate a few of her behaviors.
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