"Huh. I guess it could be a career." That had somehow not really occurred to him. He knew it factually, obviously, but the thought of that being an option for someone? Just weird. "Good for you." Ed leaned back on the bench, one arm loosely around himself, his hands warming up already. It was cold out there, admittedly.

"You are less stupid than most people. You can do better than footballer." What kind of pathetic career was that anyway? "What do you wanna do?"

He was charming. It was fascinating to see how the woman had reacted before.