Quick Football (1)

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"The fuck is he talking to?"

David raised his brows as he watched Jerry exit the bathroom, his expression laced with confusion. Jerry had been muttering something under his breath, and while David had caught bits and pieces of it, he couldn't make sense of who it was directed at. His gaze lingered on Jerry for a moment longer, trying to determine whether his teammate had finally lost his mind.

A few seconds later, he sighed and shook his head. "Whatever. Not my problem."

David came to a simple conclusion—Jerry was just a crazy bloke who liked talking to himself. That was the only explanation that made sense. It wouldn't be the first time he caught the winger speaking under his breath with no one around. Maybe it was a habit. Maybe he was thinking out loud. Or maybe Jerry was just plain weird.

Either way, David decided not to question it further.