I can’t guess as to what is running through Dylan’s mind, but the tension is defused by at least ten or so notches. Which lets me get back to doing my job, which is what I am here for in the first place. By the time the game is over and I’m sitting on one of the sideline benches as usual, outlining my article, I hope that Dylan and Rachel have left so I don’t have to experience an awkward good-bye. But much to my chagrin, I close my iPad and look over to find all of them, Jonathan included, still milling around on the far side of the field, closer to the exit gates. I look up to the heavens and say quietly, “Can’t I catch a break?” It’s not like I can sit here by myself and pretend nobody else is here, because at this point in the night, they are pretty much the only people on the field. Everyone else is either hanging out in the parking lot or has already left. Standing up as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders, I tuck my iPad and camera into my messenger bag.
