“Do you think I like sports? I’ve seen some souvenirs, so I probably like…what is it called?”
“Soccer. Well, football.”
“Do you like sports?”
“I like watching sports with you.”
Guy frowned. “What?”
“I’d like watching sports with you.”
“Oh, I thought you said…never mind. Why would you like to watch sports with me?”
“I bet you’d really throw yourself into it.”
Guy’s frown turned into a smile. “You mean I’d be passionate about it.”
“Seems like it. But I think most of the fun in sports comes from watching a team you identify heavily with. A team you have a history with, for whatever reason. It’s like some sort of tribal identification thing.”
Guy snorted. “Then I guess I wouldn’t be interested in sports right now. I don’t have any sense of identity.”
“?Quieres hablar espa?ol?”
“?Hables espa?ol?”
“Sí.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Dane smiled self-consciously. “I guess I should have offered sooner. It didn’t occur to me that it might be easier for you.”