#Chapter 151: Friend-Date

During halftime, Lamar and I walked around the concourse. We stopped where previous teams’ photos were displayed, and spent some time making fun of the wild haircuts of the past. “Cynthia!” Lamar called from the next photo down. “Check out this guy’s mustache.” It was a full handle-bar mustache, impressive in its size and fullness. “Do you think I should go for that look?” he asked me. He turned his head side to side so I could have the best view of his face. “I could pull it off, right?” I laughed. “You’d look ridiculous.” His smile widened. “Ridiculously handsome, you mean.” I shook my head. “You are ridiculous.” We continued on after that. Lamar asked me if I wanted anything from the concession stand. When I said no, he asked if I would mind waiting while he got himself something. As he went into the line, I stood to the side, waiting and watching. With a bright smile, Lamar said something and the others in the line laughed. He really was personable and charismatic