It's the first Friday of the month and therefore the first game at Devenford, I don't feel like going too much, but I do. I get off at bus stop 16 and walk a few meters to Brett's high school.

I've never been here, so I decide to follow a teenage couple all the way to the lacrosse field. There is very little time for the game to start, so the stands are almost full, although, thank God, I can quickly find a place to sit down.

Minutes after the game starts, the public is cheering on their corresponding teams but I just watch the play with boredom, although at times I start playing with my mobile and I don't even pay attention to the game.

The referee signals the end of the game and I wait for the bustle of people to pass before I leave too. I checked the bus schedule before and none of them pass for another two hours, so I'm not in a hurry.

—I thought you weren't here —Brett tells me as I run into him as I'm about to leave the field.

—Well, you see that it does. Although if i had known that there would be no buses for another two hours, i would not have come.

Brett laughs at me, but stops immediately as soon as I give him a bad look.

—If you wait for me, I can take you home.

—No, it's not necessary.

—I promise it takes longer for the bus to arrive than I did to change my clothes —he jokes, making me laugh.

—I don't want to bother you.

—Okay, I'm going to change quickly —he says, completely ignoring what I just told him— Wait for me in the stands. —He finishes speaking and almost runs off.

I head back to the bleachers and sit in one of them while I wait for Brett.

I take a quick shower in the locker room bathrooms to wipe the sweat off, dry myself off, and put on the clean clothes I had in my bag.

As soon as I'm done I head back to the lacrosse field. It didn't take long for me to find Mia in the stands.

—Let's go? I ask, reaching her side.

—Hey, I really tell you, I don't mind waiting for the bus.

—And I'm telling you, really too, that I don't mind taking you home.

—You're not going to give up, are you?
—No —I answer smiling.

—Okay, you win —she says, getting up and reaching for her bag.

We walked in silence to my car.

—Are you hungry? —I ask as I sit in the pilot's seat and buckle up— We can go somewhere for dinner.

—No thanks. My mother must have prepared something for dinner.

—Okay —I say and i start the car.

Along the way, silence takes hold of us, we only speak to show me where I have to take to get to his house.

—There it is—she informs me, pointing to one of the houses and I park right in front of it— Thanks for bringing me.

—No problem. By the way, next Friday there is another game.

—What you wanted with the bet was to kill me with boredom, right? —she complains and I shake my head.

—You have no idea —I say smiling.

Mia looks at me with narrowed eyes, as if I'm hiding something and she's trying to figure out what it is. But he gives up soon, because he changes his expression and takes off his belt.

—Brett, this won't open —she says, referring to the door.

—Push hard. Sometimes it gets stuck, I have to fix it.

Mia pushes the door with the help of her shoulder and finally manages to open it.

—Good evening, Brett —she says goodbye once he's got out of the car.

—Good evening —I answer her and wait for her to go into his house to start the car again and leave.