“...Miss... Syd?”
Atom’s tone is filled with hesitance, and his approach is even moreso. He’s pretty certain that face and those red curls are the same from their brief interaction before, but it was very brief, and he’s already mentally preparing an apology for when it turns out that he’s mistaken this person for someone else.
...It’d left quite the impression on Atom though, if only for how excited the idea of joining the soccer team made him.
Hopefully, his assumption is correct; it’d be a wonderful coincidence to run into a teammate here, because what better of a team bonding activity is there than going on some silly gameshow quest? The thought puts more of a smile on the boy’s face and takes some trepidation out of his step.
“Miss Syd, from the soccer interview -- ” if you could call it that, “ -- Right?”
@explosyd.
