It was a warm American autumn day, with beautiful orange, red, and yellow leaves fluttering about in the wind. The air was especially warm for a fall day, but the people gathered together were overjoyed at the nice weather--it was game day.
The small town's team was in the championships, and while Harry never played, he enjoyed going to the games. His best friend Ron was the Quarterback.
He watched the guy selling hot dogs and popcorn for awhile before calling out to him. "Hey, I want something hot!"
The guy turned, grinning. "I'm not free until the game's over!" he called back.
Harry chuckled. "What about tomorrow night?"
The guy faltered, surprised that the tan dark haired man was going along with it. "Really?"
Harry got up and approached the guy, pulling a pen out of his pocket to scribble his number across the guy's palm. "Call me."
A/N: this one is really short but I still liked the idea. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks!
