Connie was clutching her throw pillow tightly, clearly still caught up in the game and hoping for that miracle. She nodded without even turning her head. Austin made his way into the bathroom and started the water before stripping off his clothes. He showered quickly, and was dry and leaving the bathroom before the game had ended. He picked up his sweaty shorts and shirt and took them to the laundry room. He remembered then that he needed to move his wet clothes to the dryer. He did that, and then chucked his sweaty clothes into the washer.
He was wrapped in his bath towel. He sat next to Connie as she sighed. The clock was running down to zero, and her team had lost. She looked over at him then, surprised to see him in that towel. She leaned over and hugged him.
"You smell good," she mu
