I begin to walk out of the player's tunnel and spot a silhouette up ahead. Damn field lights, cant make out the person. The person that belongs to the shadow must be about 4'11-5'0, arms resting crossed as the person leans against the wall.
Can't make out any more details. I continue my confident stride that I am so well known for (I mean having 27 catches for 245 yards and 4 touchdowns is a MAJOR deal).
As I approach closer of about 20 yards I notice the short length hair, the boy shorts, the "Bitch Please" t-shirt, the high firm breast, the thick lips and hips, all in a small frame, NIKKI. I smile my teasing smile as she doesn't notice me.
" I thought you weren't coming?....." my voice echoing its deep beat in the tunnel. She looks up coolly and I notice the ear phones for the first time and I suddenly hear "Washing the World Away" blasting.
"I came to watch you get layed out, maybe even hurt". I smile once more as I tower over her with my 6'6 frame. "Well then I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'll try harder next time…promise." "I guess we can only pray for so much at least we picked up the win" she says finally.