Chapter 276: Appetite Reform
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"So, you hit your head on the post by accident," Emma said before slowly turning her gaze to the goalpost behind them.
"Yeah, but it's okay now." The goalkeeper said as he slowly rubbed the back of his head.
"Hitting your head on that post was that painful?" She said, sounding a bit lost because it just didn't add up and most of all, there was no bump on his head, if it was that painful, then there was supposed to be a bump.
"Yeah, is anything wrong?" The goalkeeper asked.
"No, it's nothing…." She wanted to say something else but just didn't know what she needed to add.
"So, what are you doing at home? You're not supposed to be home this early." He asked.
"Didn't I add it to the note?" She asked.
"Add it to the note?"
"Oh, I forgot to add it." She said before slowly getting up back on her feet. "I left work early because there is something I need to take care of that doesn't require me to be at my workplace."
"But it's something related to work, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, totally, I wouldn't just leave work because of personal reasons, unless it's urgent."
"Okay." The goalkeeper said before getting up from the floor. "I think we should head inside then."
"Um…yeah, go on, I'll be right there."
The goalkeeper turned his gaze to her and slowly brought it up from toe to head.
"Okay." He said with a shrug before he continued his walk toward the front door.
Emma watched him until he entered the house and shut the door before she slowly got closer to the goalpost and slowly placed her hand on the left post. As soon as her hands touched it, a shocked expression appeared on her face.
"This isn't even that hard, it's a bit hard but not as hard as steel like the ones used in stadiums, this is more like plastic than steel." She muttered.
'Nobody will yell like that after hitting his head on this.' She said subconsciously before turning her gaze to where he found Dave after getting home. 'Then what was the cause of his pain? He was in pain no doubt about that, but it can be the goalpost, so what was the cause of it and why did it stop all of a sudden?'
Dave was just walking out of the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice in his hands when the door was pushed open for Emma to enter the house.
"There you are." The goalkeeper said before he made his way to her and handed her a glass of juice.
"Thank you." She said before she took the glass of juice from him and took a sip from it.
"So, how was work today?" He asked.
"It was nice. Can you hold this for me for a second?"
"Sure." The goalkeeper said before taking the glass from her so that she would be able to remove her jacket to reveal the white vest she was putting on under the jacket.
After removing the jacket, she took the glass of juice from him and quickly gulped down the contents before she made her way to the dining table and dropped the glass there.
"I am starving." She muttered before slowly sitting down on one of the seats.
"I think I saw a few apples in the freezer, should I bring them?" Dave asked.
"I said I needed something to eat, a few apples." The goalkeeper sensed a little bit of grumpiness in her voice and he could tell she was struggling to stop herself from hitting the table with the way her hands were hanging over it now.
"Okay, fine, what do you want? I'll order it."
"Really?" She said as her eyes suddenly brightened up.
"Yeah, just name it." He said.
"You mean name them." She said,
"Name them?"
"Yeah, because I need orange soda, cake, some biscuits, and a couple of candies and maybe you can sneak some gum in there for me." She blotted out.
After hearing her name all that, Dave couldn't help but look a bit lost.
"You need all that?"
"Yeah." She responded with a nod.
"You're really turning into a child, Emma." He said.
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"So, you hit your head on the post by accident," Emma said before slowly turning her gaze to the goalpost behind them.
"Yeah, but it's okay now." The goalkeeper said as he slowly rubbed the back of his head.
"Hitting your head on that post was that painful?" She said, sounding a bit lost because it just didn't add up and most of all, there was no bump on his head, if it was that painful, then there was supposed to be a bump.
"Yeah, is anything wrong?" The goalkeeper asked.
"No, it's nothing…." She wanted to say something else but just didn't know what she needed to add.
"So, what are you doing at home? You're not supposed to be home this early." He asked.
"Didn't I add it to the note?" She asked.
"Add it to the note?"
"Oh, I forgot to add it." She said before slowly getting up back on her feet. "I left work early because there is something I need to take care of that doesn't require me to be at my workplace."
"But it's something related to work, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, totally, I wouldn't just leave work because of personal reasons, unless it's urgent."
"Okay." The goalkeeper said before getting up from the floor. "I think we should head inside then."
"Um…yeah, go on, I'll be right there."
The goalkeeper turned his gaze to her and slowly brought it up from toe to head.
"Okay." He said with a shrug before he continued his walk toward the front door.
Emma watched him until he entered the house and shut the door before she slowly got closer to the goalpost and slowly placed her hand on the left post. As soon as her hands touched it, a shocked expression appeared on her face.
"This isn't even that hard, it's a bit hard but not as hard as steel like the ones used in stadiums, this is more like plastic than steel." She muttered.
'Nobody will yell like that after hitting his head on this.' She said subconsciously before turning her gaze to where he found Dave after getting home. 'Then what was the cause of his pain? He was in pain no doubt about that, but it can be the goalpost, so what was the cause of it and why did it stop all of a sudden?'
Dave was just walking out of the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice in his hands when the door was pushed open for Emma to enter the house.
"There you are." The goalkeeper said before he made his way to her and handed her a glass of juice.
"Thank you." She said before she took the glass of juice from him and took a sip from it.
"So, how was work today?" He asked.
"It was nice. Can you hold this for me for a second?"
"Sure." The goalkeeper said before taking the glass from her so that she would be able to remove her jacket to reveal the white vest she was putting on under the jacket.
After removing the jacket, she took the glass of juice from him and quickly gulped down the contents before she made her way to the dining table and dropped the glass there.
"I am starving." She muttered before slowly sitting down on one of the seats.
"I think I saw a few apples in the freezer, should I bring them?" Dave asked.
"I said I needed something to eat, a few apples." The goalkeeper sensed a little bit of grumpiness in her voice and he could tell she was struggling to stop herself from hitting the table with the way her hands were hanging over it now.
"Okay, fine, what do you want? I'll order it."
"Really?" She said as her eyes suddenly brightened up.
"Yeah, just name it." He said.
"You mean name them." She said,
"Name them?"
"Yeah, because I need orange soda, cake, some biscuits, and a couple of candies and maybe you can sneak some gum in there for me." She blotted out.
After hearing her name all that, Dave couldn't help but look a bit lost.
"You need all that?"
"Yeah." She responded with a nod.
"You're really turning into a child, Emma." He said.
"So, you hit your head on the post by accident," Emma said before slowly turning her gaze to the goalpost behind them."Yeah, but it's okay now." The goalkeeper said as he slowly rubbed the back of his head."Hitting your head on that post was that painful?" She said, sounding a bit lost because it just didn't add up and most of all, there was no bump on his head, if it was that painful, then there was supposed to be a bump."Yeah, is anything wrong?" The goalkeeper asked."No, it's nothing." She wanted to say something else but just didn't know what she needed to add."So, what are you doing at home? You're not supposed to be home this early." He asked."Didn't I add it to the note?" She asked."Add it to the note?""Oh, I forgot to add it." She said before slowly getting up back on her feet. "I left work early because there is something I need to take care of that doesn't require me to be at my workplace.""But it's something related to work, right?" He asked."Yeah, totally, I wouldn't just leave work because of personal reasons, unless it's urgent.""Okay." The goalkeeper said before getting up from the floor. "I think we should head inside then.""Umyeah, go on, I'll be right there."The goalkeeper turned his gaze to her and slowly brought it up from toe to head."Okay." He said with a shrug before he continued his walk toward the front door.Emma watched him until he entered the house and shut the door before she slowly got closer to the goalpost and slowly placed her hand on the left post. As soon as her hands touched it, a shocked expression appeared on her face."This isn't even that hard, it's a bit hard but not as hard as steel like the ones used in stadiums, this is more like plastic than steel." She muttered.'Nobody will yell like that after hitting his head on this.' She said subconsciously before turning her gaze to where he found Dave after getting home. 'Then what was the cause of his pain? He was in pain no doubt about that, but it can be the goalpost, so what was the cause of it and why did it stop all of a sudden?'Dave was just walking out of the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice in his hands when the door was pushed open for Emma to enter the house."There you are." The goalkeeper said before he made his way to her and handed her a glass of juice."Thank you." She said before she took the glass of juice from him and took a sip from it."So, how was work today?" He asked."It was nice. Can you hold this for me for a second?""Sure." The goalkeeper said before taking the glass from her so that she would be able to remove her jacket to reveal the white vest she was putting on under the jacket.After removing the jacket, she took the glass of juice from him and quickly gulped down the contents before she made her way to the dining table and dropped the glass there."I am starving." She muttered before slowly sitting down on one of the seats."I think I saw a few apples in the freezer, should I bring them?" Dave asked."I said I needed something to eat, a few apples." The goalkeeper sensed a little bit of grumpiness in her voice and he could tell she was struggling to stop herself from hitting the table with the way her hands were hanging over it now."Okay, fine, what do you want? I'll order it.""Really?" She said as her eyes suddenly brightened up."Yeah, just name it." He said."You mean name them." She said,"Name them?""Yeah, because I need orange soda, cake, some biscuits, and a couple of candies and maybe you can sneak some gum in there for me." She blotted out.After hearing her name all that, Dave couldn't help but look a bit lost."You need all that?""Yeah." She responded with a nod."You're really turning into a child, Emma." He said.
