“From what I hear, Amie, it's highly likely there will already be one, or maybe several jerseys, you’ve worn framed and on some random stranger’s walls.” Leaning back in my seat, I take a sip of the champagne I decide I need after all. “It must be hard to keep track.” “I think I might be in love,” Kate announces, a proud smile spreading across her face. Turning back to Amie, she points toward the exit. “Best get chasing those jerseys.”
