Jonas had barely gotten two sentences into the introduction when the shot from Bruno brought everyone in the box to their feet.
The conversation stopped where it was.
"Oh, that was travelling," a voice said in the back as the numbers around began to settle down.
Afterwards, when the noise had settled and people had sat back down, he glanced back toward Noah.
The man in question now had his eyes fixed on the pitch, and the business card Jonas had offered was still sitting on the armrest between them from when he'd handed it over.
Whatever ease had existed in those first few exchanged words was gone.
Noah was somewhere else entirely now, and pulling him back would have been pointless.
Jonas faced forward as he glanced at the card he had gotten in return.
He slid the business card into his breast pocket and made a mental note.
"There would be time at halftime."
