"Down to the pink rifles or he'd skip that," he said, joking. He might not have been here long, but there was no doubt that Sam Hanna did not use pink anything.
"You've got a good excuse. I'll just keep quiet. I've done it for a while, so it's not like it's unheard of," he said, laughing. "Once in a while, my team mates would tease, I'd tell them that I was a gentleman and moved on. I don't know about soulmates. I know that sometimes people click and sometimes it's at the right time, sometimes it isn't, like me and Gabriella."
Troy smiled as he ate, pondering what Sean was saying. So it wasn't everyone. Strangely that almost made him feel better. "I guess we did, although it's more about relationships in general than sex per se."
He stopped when the guy came from behind the counter with their pizzas. "Thanks," he told the guy with a smile, and then he went back to Sean. "I love basketball. I'm not good enough for the NBA, though. It doesn't make me love the sport less because I'm not the best, so I found a way to stay in the field as a sportscaster. I transferred into the Media Studies at Berkeley which is as competitive as it gets, and I interned at ESPN. I even had an unofficial job offer, but that's gone now, and we still have gigs to play and show to put on. Those will have to do," he said, refusing to get upset over things he couldn't change. "Although we should start with going back or your dad will kill us for being late."