Clark had to leave just after filling Dave in on everything they had to take care of after his match tomorrow and although Shinobu wanted to leave with him, Emma insisted that she stuck around for a little while, only if she wanted to of course.
Shinobu didn't seem to be in a hurry so she decided to oblige her.
It seemed like Emma just wanted to have a friendly conversation with her, and while they were doing that, Dave headed upstairs to get changed.
He was in his room at the moment, slowly pulling off his shirt.
<So, what do you think of her?>
'Where's that question coming from?'
<Just answer>
Getting that response, the goalkeeper let out a sigh before sitting down on the bed to pull off his pants.
'I can't know what I think of her until I've actually spoken to her, so you'll have to wait a bit longer to get an answer from me.'
<I guess that's fair>
He slid into a pair of black shorts and a white shirt afterward before making his way out of the room, heading for the staircase.
'Hey, Cat.' He called just as he got to the staircase.
<What is it?>
'What type of snack would you like?'
There was no immediate response from Catherine as his mind went completely silent.
'Hey, are you still there?'
What he heard next was the sound of a tongue clicking.
<Very funny, Dave, I see you've learned how to make fun of me>
'Well, you're always doing it to me.' He responded as he began making his way down the staircase.
<Yeah, because you deserve it, dummy goalkeeper>
'Wow, I did not expect asking you if you wanted a snack would get on your nerves this much.'
The only response from her was a scoff before she went silent.
'Good, I prefer you silent anyway.' He shrugged.
He had gone halfway down the stairs when he caught the voices of Emma and Shinobu coming from the living, and hearing what they were talking about, he suddenly paused.
"So, Shinobu, you're not from Bilbeth, right?" Emma asked before taking a sip from the cup of coffee in her hand.
'Are we talking about Emma?'
<Who else would I be talking about?> She snapped.
A chuckle escaped from Dave's lips as he made his way to the shelf to grab a glass.
'I was just messing with you?' He said inwardly. 'So, what were you trying to say.'
She wasn't too quick to respond to that and proceeded to let out a sigh first.
<If she had met someone else first or rather if you two had never met, she would probably not be married now with all the heartbreak she'll have to endure. It's just an assumption but...>
She wasn't able to finish what she wanted to say as the carton of milk suddenly slipped off his hand, crashing to the floor. Fortunately, it was still sealed, so there was no spill.
<What is wrong with you now?>
'Catherine.' Dave called, a stunned look on his face.
<Yes>
'Was that a compliment off the pitch?'
<No, I was just stating something>
'Ha, you're just too proud to admit.'
<You know what, I take back everything I just said>
'Doesn't matter, the words have already been embedded into my memory.'
'I'll rip that memory out of your head.'
Dave suddenly went silent as the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
'Hey, you can't actually do that, right?'
<A little test is all it takes to find out>
Her voice was quite threatening, burning every desire Dave had to continue the conversation and with that desire gone, he picked up the carton of milk and went on to silently pour himself a glass of milk.
<So gullible>
______ ______
A couple of hours passed and a new day was finally here, the day Unique FC was going to be taking on Lospeno City away from home.
It was fair to say that was one of the easier games for Norman's side so far in the season as they ended up thrashing their opponents four goals to nothing without facing that much throughout the game as Lospeno only had four shots with just one on target, an easy save for Dave.
That was a nicely wrapped-up game by the Uniques to keep their place on top and with that done, it was time to start getting ready for Real Sociedad.
<That definitely won't be as easy as this>