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“Hi,” Harry said.
“Oops,” the beautiful blue-eyed man said. “Sorry about my ball.”
“It’s OK. Soccer, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s my favorite.”
“Cool. I can’t really do soccer. Too much running.”
The man frowned. “Weren’t you just running?”
Harry stalled. “Yeah, but I don’t have to like, kick anything. I can just… run.”
The other man smiled. “Right. Well… you know, goalies don’t have to do a lot of running.”
Harry smiled back. “No, I guess not. I don’t play ball with strangers, though.”
The man said, “I’m Louis.”
“Harry. Guess we’re not strangers anymore.”
“Guess not.” Louis winked. “Let’s play.”