Scarlett POV
While I was sitting in the lobby, I kept noticing men wearing soccer jerseys walking by.
They looked pretty young, and I couldn't help watching them with growing interest.
“Are Jaxen and the others playing against college students?” I asked Delaney.
“Not a chance.” She glanced at the unfamiliar jerseys.
“They're all from similar backgrounds and around the same age. You really think those guys would willingly pick a bunch of hot college boys to play against? As if they'd volunteer to get their asses kicked.”
Fair point.
Even though Jaxen and his friends still worked out regularly, they couldn't exactly match the energy of college guys in their prime.
Once I realized these players were probably around my age, if not older, I lost interest.
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