"Please don't scare me like that next time," Lukas said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Really, though, how are you feeling tonight?" he asked, worried.
"I am feeling better. Especially after teasing you," she replied.
Lukas lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, the dim yellow light from the bedside lamp soft against his face. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air vent and the occasional murmur of traffic below. Joanna's laughter faded into a sigh on the other end of the line.
"So how do you feel?" she asked softly. "Before your debut, I mean."
Lukas smiled faintly, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly? I don't even know if I'll play. There's so much talent in this squad, and it's Italy we're facing. I might just be watching from the bench."
