Benny junior

　　We win our second match on our second month anniversary. Double celebration.

　　My boyfriend grins as the referee raises our hands to declare us tonight’s winner. With my mask, I can’t do much but nod when the audience renders an ear-splitting cheer. We must have made a lot of people happy, especially those who gambled at the beginning of the match. After the first round ends, there’s an option to withdraw a lower amount than the original. Most people never take it. It was Ben’s idea for us to place a bet and Coach helped.

　　Ben throws an arm around my shoulder, we are no longer concerned what people would think of us as we skip through the dim corridor. Coach joins us shortly, his grin is so big and proud, I can’t help smiling.

　　“Made you two thousand box,” he says as he slaps a wad of cash on the dresser. My mouth opens and closes. Ben whistles. We might have been willing to bet but we didn’t expect this magic. “Good game.”