Page 152 of How to Score Off Field

“Deal.”

As we wait for our food, our conversation flows naturally in a mixture of laughter and easy banter. It’s a reminder of how well we click and how effortlessly we can talk about anything and everything. We share stories from our past, discuss our favorite movies, and even delve into a spirited debate about the merits of pineapple on pizza.

And then, with a sly grin, Drew leans in a little closer. “You know, this restaurant reminds me of a story…”

“Oh, do tell,” I say, my curiosity piqued.

Drew leans back in his chair. “A few years ago, my brother and his girlfriend thought it would be a good idea to, uh, have sex in the restaurant bathroom when they were on a date.”

I raise an eyebrow, my mouth dropping open in surprise. “Seriously?”

Drew nods, a grin tugging at his lips. “Well. I think what actually happened was he went down on her in the bathroom, and they almost got caught.”

“How?”

I select a piece of bread from the basket placed in the center of the table, butter it, and wait for more details.

“They thought they were being all sneaky and discreet, but they were making more noise than they realized, and clearly, my brother isn’t small. He literally cannot do anything graceful.”

I cover my mouth with my hand. “Oh god. I can’t imagine.”

Drew leans back, clearly enjoying my reaction. “So they’re in the stall, and he’s down on his knees trying to go down on her, and the door opens, and someone walks in.”

“Did they just stand there and wait?”

“No. I think he kept at it.”

“NO!” I breathe. “I would have died.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure my boner would have shriveled up inside my body, so if you have any ideas about banging in the bathrooms over there, you should probably think again.”

“Um, no worries. I think I’m good.”

But now that he’s mentioning it, my eyes dart across the restaurant to the hallway where the bathrooms are located.

“Do you think it wasthisrestaurant?”

“Probably. He’s the one who gave me the name of this place.”

I make a mental note to check out the bathrooms—not that I want him going down on me in them later, but I am curious. What self-respecting girl wouldn’t be?

“I can’t say it’s on my bucket list of activities to try, but then again—what do I know?” I shake my head in amazement, still chuckling. “Well, I guess that’s one way to make a memorable dining experience.”

We’re both laughing when a voice interrupts.

“Hey, uh—are you Drew Colter?”

A man stands beside our table, his eyes wide with recognition—and excitement, which is wild, considering he’s my dad’s age and not a young fan.

Drew glances up, a warm smile lighting up his face. He sets down the butter knife and leans back in his chair.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Dang, I couldn’t tell if it was you or your brother.” The man grins, clearly thrilled. “Man, I’m a huge fan of yours! Huge. I’ve been following your career since forever. It’s crazy that all you play football.”

“I know it blows people’s minds that all four of us play football. Like the Manning brothers or the Kelce brothers, but times two.” He smiles politely.

He doesn’t seem to mind the interruption, and it’s almost as if it happens to him often enough.

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