“Are you free this evening?” “Sure.” He shrugs, kicking at a loose rock on the ground and sending it skittering over the sidewalk. “Want me to come over and blow you?” I stumble over a perfectly flat piece of ground, and feel my face flush. “Goodness,” I reply. Atlas looks over at me, smirking. “Thank you for the offer, but I was actually going to see if you would like to come to the game this evening? It is our last home match. It shall be a lot of fun.” He looks at me like I’ve recommended the murder of puppies as a pleasurable pastime. “Are you serious?”
