“He’s not really a Taylor Swift guy; unless they’re playing it in the arena, I doubt he knows it. And even then” —he shakes his head— “Rhys is too focused to hear anything besides ‘Get. Puck. In. Net.’” Sadie rolls her eyes at the robotic impression, sharing a look with me like she understands how deep that implication goes for us. If you play it, I’ll listen.
