"Ginny. At least, that's what my friends call me. Genevieve is just a bit pretentious for everyday wear," she said with a wink. "And I'm eighteen. Nineteen in August. I finished my A-levels, and decided not to go to uni, much to my parents dismay. Instead, I got a slot for a small team, and, somehow, managed to get noticed enough to get recruited here. But I just started. This was only my second game as a Barracuda. But coach seems pleased, all in all."
The waitress returned with the water bottle, and she carefully twisted off the cap, gulping one whole bottle in one go. Not the best of manners, but she didn't care. Not when she thought she might be getting a touch of heat stroke from being dehydrated.
She chuckled as she set the now empty plastic bottle on the table. "Sorry, but the bottle of sports drink I had in the locker room wasn't quite enough. So, I came her to play the beautiful game. Why are you here?" she asked curiously. "Or are you taking an extended Gap Year?"