“We won.” I nod. “Not that there was a chance we wouldn’t but ...” “Of course not.” She laughs quietly. “But congratulations anyway. Jonny had the game on at the center today. Nice pitching.” “Jonny, huh?” I frown. That pink polo wearing bastard. She hesitates a moment, and there’s some shuffling around in the background. “Did you, I mean, is there something you need? I’m with someone, so I only have—” “Like a student?” “What?”