Chapter 31
LISA: THEN
Seven years ago
New York City
I WAS BEGINNING TO think that I should've spent my summer in California with Jennie instead of preparing for a new life that was already annoying the hell out of me. I had yet to play a single minute in the NFL, had yet to get drafted, but my days were still filled with never-ending meetings.
There were endorsement offers from every footwear company, interviews with radio stations and podcasts, and nightly networking events that made me long for the days when I had enjoyable conversations. I was questioning everything I once thought about becoming a professional football player, and the only thing I was sure about was guaranteeing that I never lost Jennie.
"You look pretty miserable for a future multi-millionaire." Rosé set her menu down and looked at me. "I'm not sure this is how I want to remember you before we get drafted." She waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you even listening to me, Lisa?"
"Jennie will say yes, right?" I looked up at her. "Tell me I shouldn't be nervous about proposing to her on live television."
"Nervous? No." She pulled the ring box from her pocket and handed it to me. "There's another term I would use to describe you using your draft moment for a proposal."
"I don't want to know what you mean by that."
"You definitely don't." She laughed. "But out of all the people I know, I think you're the only one who could honestly commit to one girl. Even though you're young as hell, weeks away from being a multi-millionaire who could get pussy delivered to your doorstep, and—"
"Thank you, Rosé." I interrupted her. "I appreciate your thoughts as always."
"You're more than welcome." She laughed, then gave me a reassuring look. "Don't worry, though. I don't see any reason why she would say no."