Erica laughed a little, rolling her eyes as he kissed the back of her hand. "Who doesn't beat Rienzi? You guys don't stand a freaking chance up against us. Addy is really pushin us hard this year, we're ripe to take the cup and everything," she replied to him, as she returned to her side of the counter and began to crack a couple of eggs for her brownie mix. She already had the over preheating, and a greased pan set out.

"Anyway, Mal.. I don't think I've seen you around much, other than on the field. Where do you hang out?"

She more so meant with whom did he hang out. Erica liked to bide her time between all of the houses, she had friends everywhere, but she had never really taken notice of him. He was really quite fit, and a pouty face. She loved a good pouty face.