Chapter 8 Coffee Girl
The football field was lively with energy, the air filled with the sounds of cheering, shouting, and the rhythmic thudding of the ball against the turf. The afternoon sun hung overhead, casting long shadows across the field, but the players remained relentless, completely absorbed in the game.
Liam and Dickson made their way to the stands, moving discreetly through the scattered groups of students until they found an empty spot to sit. Their presence went unnoticed—not because they were invisible, but because no one cared.
Everyone's focus was on the game.
Or, more specifically, on Jack.
"JACK, WE LOVE YOU!"
A group of girls near the front row screamed at the top of their lungs, practically foaming at the mouth as they watched the star player dominate the game. Every time he touched the ball, they squealed, their excitement only growing louder each time he made a play.
Liam stared at them for a moment before letting out a low snort.
"Pussies."
Dickson chuckled beside him but didn't say anything.
Just then, from the right side of the stands, a girl began walking in their direction—not towards them, but simply trying to pass through. She had long dark hair, fair skin, and an effortless elegance to her steps. In her hand, she held a cup of steaming hot coffee, her attention completely absorbed by the phone she was busily tapping on.
Liam's eyes flickered toward her for a moment, but before he could say anything, Dickson suddenly leaned in and whispered.