Richard greeted me politely, but the game is almost over now, and he’s been glaring at me nonstop. Maybe it’s the jersey—girlfriends wear their guys’ jerseys, everyone knows that. But honestly, why would he care if his son is dating someone? Maybe he can tell that even if I was with his son for real, we wouldn’t be a good match. The Callahans are rich and famous. I’m just a diner rat. When James ends up with someone for real, she’ll be like him and will make the perfect NFL wife.
