"What's wrong?" Richard tried to ask Marina, but he sounded odd, his words slurring slightly as he looked at her.
"No… it's just that…" Marina hesitated, then blinked at him. "Are you drunk?"
"…What?"
"I mean… are you forgetting who our opponent was in the quarter-finals of the Champions League yesterday? Richard, I mean it—are you drunk? Rivaldo is already at Barcelona!"
Richard froze.
SLAP!
His hand shot to his forehead as if to physically erase the rookie mistake he had just made. With a deep sigh, he let the frustration go. Perhaps it was time to let go of the dream of reuniting the Trio R at Manchester City.
"I guess I'm just too tired right now. Probably need a holiday," he admitted, his voice heavy.
Marina nodded sympathetically. "Yes, you're right. You definitely need a holiday."
Richard let out a breath, realizing he had been overthinking football—and life—a bit too much.
