Vale looks up.
Ball comes off high.
Defender gets the second touch.
His jaw tightens.
“Run it again.”
They do.
Same result.
Vale looks at me.
“Did you know about this?”
“No.”
His gaze returns to Hannah.
She points at the screen.
“Stop admiring your work.”
“I wasn’t admiring anything.”
“You were mentally complaining that you should have gotten the foul.”
Vale turns slowly.
“How do you know that?”
Hannah shrugs.
“Your face.”
Noah loses it.
“Bro.”
Vale ignores him.
Hannah rolls the silent ball between her palms.
“You’re emotional when you think you’ve earned something and don’t get it.”
Vale glances toward me.
“Haverhill too?”
“Worse.”
“Hey.”
She looks at me.
“You made me prove it with twelve clips.”