Today's prompt is intermission.
I was counting by prompts, but since there was a day off, it was confusing me, so now counting by days. As noted previously, leaving the prior posts as is until this finishes, so they don't repost until this is all done.
Coach had given them a rousing pep talk during the first intermission when they had been down two. The second intermission the locker room had been eerily quiet. In the end, they finished four to two, resulting in the first Domes loss at home this month. Al knew intellectually it didn't matter if you lost away or at home, but it always felt like a bigger deal.
Al had a basketball game waiting for him when he got home. He just had to get up off this bench and go outside. He didn't know quite what he was sitting in there waiting for.
Al smiled because Daisy was nice and she meant well. This was why he stayed away from post game interviews as much as he could. He hated false cheer as much as he hated explaining that some nights the other team played in a way that led to more scoring. It wasn't even about better or worse. Teams playing like crap pulled off wins sometimes too.
"I'll email you to get more info," Sienna said. "Thanks so much for everything." She looked at Al. "Could you walk me out?"
"Sure," Al said even though he was worried she wanted to try whatever her brand of soothing him after a game was. If parts of him perked up a little at the possible images that evoked, other muscles screamed for sleep. He had already moved past the post-game full of energy, can't sit still mode.
Once they were around the corner, Sienna patted his elbow. "I can actually find my way out of here, but you looked like you needed an out. I'm just going to metro."
"Me too," he said.
"Hockey players take metro?" Sienna asked. "They don't like mob you or something?"
Al huffed a laugh. "No. Although tonight they might want to throw things at me. But even with social media and all that, I look different without the mask."
"I'd recognize you," Sienna said.
"Well, fortunately for me, most people don't." He did pull out a hat emblazoned with the local WNBA team's name and stick it on though.
"Still looks like you to me," Sienna said. "But people do see what they want to see." She gave him a look like she was fighting asking a question.
"Spit it out," Al said.
"I have a thing to ask you, but now is probably not the time. Can I text you tomorrow maybe?"
"Sure," he said.
"Cool. I'm headed this way." She pointed down the street. "Talk to you later."
He watched her leave, to make sure she stayed safe of course. She was still wearing his jersey but it didn't cover up the slim fit jeans she was wearing, and of course, he had a very good memory for what those legs looked like in shorts.
Definitely time for him to get home.