"Best way to get to a football player's ego is to compare him to a cheerleader," she answered, grinning.
"No, you're right; it's not, but we've had to spend a lot of our time collecting money to afford going to sectional and regional. We could have spent the time practicing instead of doing auctions and kissing boosters' butt. I hate them," she said, making a face. "I always feel like I need a shower after an event with them."
It was good not to have to explain everything. Tim seemed to get things. "With everyone else, I have to lay out things like I'm from another planet. It's nice having a Southern boy here. They can look at both of us like we're strange now and not just me." She couldn't help but smile even more when he ducked his head. "And modest, too."
She put her hand around his waist again. "Come on. i can't help you with the boots at the moment, although boots are in fashion this year, so it shouldn't be too hard to find them."
She grinned. "Because they are a bunch of LA boys who wouldn't know country if their lives depended on it. Well there are some who aren't from LA, but they still have no idea. We can show off."