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"So which VIP suite did you manage to slip us in?" Hamish raised his eyebrows as a stadium guide took us up to the VIP section.
I shrugged, "Henry organized it. Apparently there's some rich guy who is a fan and was happy to let us crash."
"What if it's some old dude who has a crush on you?" Denny sang as he threw his arm over my shoulders and burst out laughing,
"That will definitely be something, won't it mate. You seem to be finding a lot of joy in this." I rolled my eyes exhausted with him already.
"Of course I am, it's our first international trip together with Grandpa! What more could a bloke ask for to be honest? Next we should go to Hawaii. I've never been."
"I hate the sun," Hamish sighed, "I've always wanted to visit the Alps though."
"Then skiing it is!" Denny laughed. We were still speaking utter rubbish until we got to the VIP suite. I nearly swallowed my tongue when a tall figure who had 'the rich man's laugh turned and met my eyes.
