Cloe POV
A soft voice nearby roused me from my sleep.
"Oh, at last, you are awake. How did you enjoy the game? Great, wasn't it? Razor got man of the match, he deserved it." Penny didn't wait for me to answer; she just kept asking questions and putting in her own answers. Razor was sitting next to her, holding a trophy, nodding and smiling. Like it was perfectly normal for Penny to ramble on the way she was.
"Can I look at your trophy? Razor." I asked softly, my voice still rough as the remnants of sleep slipped away.
"Sure." Razor's beaming smile, full of pride, was worth more than the trophy to me. It was heavier than I had expected, and his name was already engraved on it. Wow, that was fast.
"They have an engraver at the rink?" I asked as I continued to inspect the trophy.
"Yep,
