“Blue Gatorade.” I frown. “What about it?” “It’s Kason’s favorite. I used to bring him one before every game, hand it to him over the wall. And if I couldn’t go, I’d leave him one in the fridge at the apartment.” There’s a sadness woven into his tone when he adds, “It was sort of a tradition.”
Wait why is this making me sad its like an end of an era :(
