Ardra had been watching his body language the longer their conversation lasted. She didn’t know if she was imagining things or not, but he seemed like he was a little bit hesitant toward her, not that she was going to press the situation with her dad so close by.
Hearing the answer to her question, she noticed that the boy had been a little bit surprised, but all she could do was smile. There was more to Ardra than just a pretty face. “Impressive. Must be a ton of pressure on you with the upcoming season, especially with the whole speech about this year being the team’s year for a championship. “You have to catch the players that slip through the cracks. Constantly watch to make sure the ball can make it to the end zone without any fail. I imagine you also take a lot of hits.” she said as she had started to twist the ring that she wore on her thumb constantly, which consisted of a series of celtic knots. “No pressure or anything.“ she teased.
Hearing his question, she nodded, “I’ve been known to. Sometimes I join in and help out. I may be a girl but I can keep up with the boys…even surpass them.”
“No offense taken. Honestly, I can’t blame you. I mean, why would anyone want to be around a bunch of football players just because their dad is the coach? Almost like a prison sentence for you?” he said as he looked around the room, noticing that one of the other players was paying close attention to the youngest Stafford.