Ginny had been a bit nervous for the game since she had been moved to first string. But not nervous enough to let it effect her. At least, she hoped not.
She sat on the bench in the locker room lacing her cleats as tightly as she could. It was half-time, and the game wasn't going as well as she'd hoped. Oh, it wasn't going badly, but the score was close and she'd hoped that they'd be blowing the other team right off the field by now.
It didn't help that every time she looked into the stands there was a man sitting there staring at her. It made her neck prickle, and had her tense and worried and she didn't know why. He didn't look familiar, and he was much older than she was. But even though she didn't recognize the face, there was still something about him that gave her a feeling of deja vu. She didn't know him, but she should.
And right now, she couldn't afford to be distracted from the game.
It was hot here, the sun beating down on the field mercilessly, the sky above a blue bowl that she loved to see when she was on the beach, but not so much when she was on the field, sweating in the polyester uniform that she'd been assigned. Why couldn't they play in cotton? It was a question that was asked, but never answered.
Twisting her hair back up in the braid she wore to play, she fanned herself while she waited for the coach to finish his speech. Her Greek was better than it had been, but it still wasn't up to the fluid ramblings he considered a pep talk. Still, it was coming to her fast. Faster than she would have thought, given how different it was from her native English. Maybe because she'd read enough of the classics as a student? She'd hated them, though. They'd always felt wrong. The stories right, but the endings... off.
Bringing her wandering thoughts back to the game at hand, she smiled at her teammates, stretching her neck, and made her way with them onto the field.
Less distracted, she focused on the game, smiling happily as their team played better this half.