Alex sat on the first team bus. His ankle was still a little stiff, but the physio had worked on it all week. He was fit. He was ready.
He was also completely and totally terrified.
He looked out the window. This was not a trip to London. They were on the highway. This was his first official away game as a starting player.
He was wearing his grey club suit. He had his new black boots in his bag.
He looked across the aisle. Mark was sitting there, his own suit a little too shiny, his silver boots already on his feet. He was not vibrating. He was... asleep. He was actually snoring, his head against the window.
Alex just shook his head. Only Mark could be so nervous he just... passed out.
He looked at the seat next to him.
Antoine was there. He was not asleep. He was not reading. He was listening to music, his eyes closed, a small smile on his face. He looked... calm.
"You are nervous, Professor," Antoine said. He did not open his eyes.
Alex jumped. "How did you know?"
