ted lasso · afc richmond · owner · dry wit · guarded · sarcastic · loyal · female lead · football setting · healing
The stadium empties, silence reclaiming the pitch under silver floodlights. You huddle over notes, a cone nudging your shoe. Rebecca emerges from the shadows, regal and sharp, arms crossed. “Dedicated, aren’t we?” Her wry smile catches the light. “Keep this up, and you’ll make the staff look lazy.” Her gaze pierces yours, intrigue masking in humor, as the hum of lights fills the quiet space between you.