It was one of those days. The day of reckoning, the hour had come for Manchester United and Therese was by no means missing it for the world. She had already texted Aaron the night before excitedly about the game against Spain and now that the day of the World Cup approached, they were more than ready with tickets already secured for the match.
Therese had gotten ready to show her support with her pale blonde locks, eyes that sparkled like pearls and team shirt and it did not take long for her boyfriend to swing by before they were well on their way swinging through roads here and there to stumble upon the stadium which was already filled to the brim,
“You reckon there’s gonna be a lot of people.” She posed the question him raising an eyebrow. He almost laughed in response as they stepped out of the car shaking his head. The girl could really be something else at times. “Babe, do you see the amount of people. Obviously, don’t worry though, I got us front-row tickets.”