It's almost disappointing to realize that practice is almost over when Eddie makes it out onto the athletic field and climbs up the bleachers. She doesn't fully understand what the track team even does — run, obviously, but like, how? — and since she and Chris are friends now, there's a part of her that is, admittedly, curious about his hobbies. Would track be considered his hobby? He's good at it, apparently, but she's never gotten the impression that he's all that invested in doing it, that he'd choose this if he wasn't forced to pick a sport.
She's never asked him, so she doesn't know. Something to think about, maybe to bring up later, when she's a little drunk and he's come over to babysit her again.
Perched on the uppermost bench, her legs sprawled out and a cigarette dangling from her lips, Eddie watches as the team stretches and chats with each other, Chris's bright red hair standing out like a beacon in the afternoon sun. She's pretty sure he's seen her, but if he hasn't, she'll try to catch him again later. The thought of going down onto the track, into the midst of the fray, isn't exactly appealing right now, so she's hoping he'll come to her.
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Date: 2024-01-30 07:27 pm (UTC)She's never asked him, so she doesn't know. Something to think about, maybe to bring up later, when she's a little drunk and he's come over to babysit her again.
Perched on the uppermost bench, her legs sprawled out and a cigarette dangling from her lips, Eddie watches as the team stretches and chats with each other, Chris's bright red hair standing out like a beacon in the afternoon sun. She's pretty sure he's seen her, but if he hasn't, she'll try to catch him again later. The thought of going down onto the track, into the midst of the fray, isn't exactly appealing right now, so she's hoping he'll come to her.