Page 55 of Summer Shot
“I love it! What else?” I exclaim loudly, earning me looks from two other customers in the coffee shop.
“We can do a raffle, so that people can enter as many times as they’d like,” Kat elaborates. “Maybe cap it at ten entries if we need to.”
A small grin blooms over my face. This idea could have legs.
“What if we also give them some type of prize?” Libby chimes in. “Like a picture with the full team.”
“Or their favorite player,” Kat suggests. “Who wouldn’t want a picture next to a shirtless, oiled up Wyvern?”
My mind races at the negative possibilities. “We’d probably need them to sign something to make sure they don’t fondle or touch the player inappropriately.”
Libby gives me an “Are you kidding me” look, her eyebrows raised.
“You never know!” I defend myself.
Kat and Libby both nod.
The idea has barely formed in my head before I open my mouth. “What if we print a calendar special for each of the winners instead.”
“Explain,” Libby enthusiastically insists, leaning forward across the table.
A thrilling buzz fills the air around our table as we start to elaborate even more on the idea.
“Instead of a picture with their favorite player, I like the idea of with the whole team,” I explain, my speech rapid with glee. “They would get the picture with the whole team and pick a specific month that they wanted it to be featured. We would print them a special version.”
“That’s genius!” Kat cheers.
“We would be able to charge more per ticket since it would cost more to custom print them,” I expand on the idea further. “I like the idea of capping it at ten entries too.”
Libby sets down her coffee with athud.“And,” she jumps in, “we can promote it at the games leading up to the shoot with signs, social media, and having the players mention it in interviews.”
“Lucas would easily make a video for us to use on social media,” I throw in, knowing I can probably get Tyler to as well.
Libby shrugs. “You know we can easily convince some of the other guys to also.”
“What about Ryder,” Kat asks. “He’s going to be a hot commodity. Do you think we can convince him to make a ‘promotional’ video too?”
“One way to find out,” Libby comments. “I’m sure his captain can be persuasive.”
“Or your boyfriend,” I tease, muttering under my breath.
“Not my boyfriend,” she snaps. Libby’s sharp eyes meet mine, but the fury quickly melts away. “But yeah, he is buddy-buddy with Ryder; I’m sure he could convince him.”
My heart flutters. Not only will it showcase the team, giving them much more attention this season, but it’ll also give me more to add to my resume when I start applying for jobs. This is exactly what I was talking about. Hopefully we can keep the bolder and splashier ideas coming. The calendar photoshoot this year is going to be hard to top for whoever runs the program next year.
Chapter twenty-seven
Lucas
Walking up to Laur’s house, I notice small little things poking out from the grass. When I take a closer look, I realize they are broken plastic forks. Someone forked their house. How fucking weird.
The front door opens with a creak, Laur mentioned she’d leave it open for me when I asked if I could come say ‘Hi’ before I head to practice.
“Laur,” I call walking into the empty kitchen. My eyes flicker with surprise when I hear the ice rattle in my coffee from my hand shaking. My nerves are in full force today with the announcement of alternate captains after practice. I thought seeing Laur would help calm me, but based on how jittery I am, I doubt anything will.
“Good morning!” Laur warmly greets me as she sprints down the stairs. The second she walks into the kitchen, she throws her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine fervently.
“You might not be that happy to see me once I tell you what’s outside your house,” I mumble against her soft lips.
