Girls were a fucking complication I didn’t need, even little ones with wild blue eyes. Dammit, now I was thinking about her eyes again. She still has your jersey, I mentally noted, which made me sad for a whole different reason. It was new and I’d only worn it this one fucking time. It looked better on her though, I begrudgingly acknowledged. She could keep it. I just hoped she didn’t throw it out. I would have to pay eighty quid to replace the bleeding thing.
