‘Ask him for a few tickets,’ Tony mouthed, nudging my arm. ‘I can’t do that,’ I mouthed back, glaring at him. ‘Do it.’ ‘No.’ ‘Ask him.’ ‘No.’ ‘Do it for your boss.’ ‘No.’ ‘Fine. Do it for your future father-in-law.’ I gaped at him. He grinned back. “Ah… is there any chance of a few tickets?” I closed my eyes when the words came out of my mouth, feeling like an asshole for asking. “My girlfriend’s father is a big fan.” “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” he replied, like it was something he was asked on the daily.
