She’s not surprised when she looks up at the jumbotron to see the back of Montgomery 9 slam a body up against the glass.
Avery sighs and slashes another line at the top of her clipboard.
Tristan laughs next to her and throws an elbows out at her side. “Looks like someone is trying to impress you.”
”If by impress, you mean injure themselves, then I’m not impressed.” Avery replies, rolling her eyes.
In front of them, Montgomery is arguing with the ref about going to the penalty box, and she loses the battle, trudging her way to the side.
Avery sighs as Dr. Bankman wordlessly gestures for her to check on the player.
She steps up behind Montgomery, light in one hand, folding her clipboard under her elbow when she hears the noise.
It’s the stupid music for the Kiss Camera, looking for its next victims.
Avery ignores it as she makes Montgomery turn towards her, flashing the light in her eyes to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.
It’s not until she hears Tristan wolf whistle, above all the noise that she feels the awareness of eyes on her.
She turns around, confused until her eyes catch the jumbotron, and the appearance of her and Montgomery.
The camera shows them in a precarious position, her behind Montgomery’s legs, and she fights the blush.
Below her, she can hear Vivian’s laugh and then a tug on her chin as she plants a kiss on Avery.
Avery groans internally when the crowd cheers and even Dr. Bankman is cheering but then Vivian bites at her lip and Avery sinks into the kiss.
Goal.