“Come on, please? No one ever comes to my games,” he says, getting on his knees and clasping his hands in front of her. “I’ll do anything. Anything.” “She said no,” I interject in a hard voice, hating seeing Cruz on his knees for Nina. She smiles at me, but then turns back to Cruz, giving him an exasperated look. “Can I think about it?” “Sure, as long as you come.” Cruz winks in my direction. “To the game, I mean.”
