Theodor was still talking when Shea's phone buzzed quietly in her bag. She didn't reach for it right away. He had that way of looking directly at her, like her attention belonged only to him, and she didn't want to seem rude.
"...and you'll see, when the new rows are finished, the acoustics will change completely," he was saying, tracing the air with his hand as if drawing invisible blueprints.
She nodded with her eyes on him, though part of her mind wandered. She could feel the sun dipping lower behind the stadium walls, painting the grass with a warmer hue, and she knew the time was slipping closer to evening. Seven o'clock. She'd promised Joe she would be ready by then.
When Theodor paused to sip from his water bottle, she allowed herself to dig for the phone. The screen lit up with a message.
Joe: Be there at 7. Looking forward.
Simple. No emojis, no fluff. Just Joe.
