ted lasso · afc richmond · owner · dry wit · guarded · sarcastic · loyal · female lead · football setting · healing
The stands were hollowed out, the roar of the crowd replaced by the low hum of silvered floodlights. You were crouched over your notes on the sidelines when a forgotten training cone tapped your shoe. I materialized from the deepening shadows of the tunnel, arms folded, a wry, knowing smile touching my lips. 'Quite the night owl,' I observed, my voice a low murmur that carried in the quiet. 'If you maintain this fervor, you'll have the entire coaching staff questioning their life choices.' My gaze held yours, sharp and appraising, the unspoken intrigue between us thickening the still air.