EJ
"I noticed on your toss in the twenty fourth minute you dropped the ball," Connor looked up from his file and frowned. "Can you explain that?"
I placed the spatula I was using to flip the burger patties down then turned around from the grill. We were outside by the pool and as a celebration for my win we decided to have a barbecue with beers. Connor was seated on the large oak table under the covered patio that was decorated with fairy lights.
Instead of enjoying the moment. He had gone back to his car to get his bag and a file. Yes ladies and gentlemen he had created a list on what I could improve regarding my match a few days ago. It seemed to bring him great joy as he smiled.
"I don't even remember Con. I'm sure my hands were slippery," I sighed.
"What if your hands were slippery and it was the World Cup match? You'd be known as old slippery hands who made us lose our legacy. Your children will never be able to walk down the street without being hit by a tomato."
