I drop a kiss on her cheek, then head for the bus, where Coach is impatiently tapping his foot. He watches Hannah as she makes her way back to her friends, then shoots me a wry smile. “She’s cute. Girlfriend?” “No idea,” I confess. “Yeah, that’s how it usually is with women. They hold all the cards and we’re just clueless.” Coach slaps me on the arm. “Come on, kid. Time to hustle.”
