It wasn't very often that Geoff actually got to cut loose and relax. Time during the season was spent training for the games, and time between seasons was supposed to be spent preparing for the season itself. It was a never-ending cycle that left him with distressingly little spare time, especially with the pressure that he put on himself (and that may or may not have existed as coming from his parents). He also selfishly felt that if his sister beat him in Quidditch for much longer she was never going to let him live it down, and that bothered him more than he would admit.
Geoff turned the corner to the book store after he'd been sure that Savannah had already left, smirking to himself and sliding up beside her to give her cheek a quick peck and her shoulder a squeeze. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? And a lot better than having to wade through the throngs of my adoring fans," he snorted. Sure, he might've had 'adoring fans', but he didn't have any sort of fanatical following that would require wading.
"And I'll have you know that I am extremely stealthy. That is the key to my great plays on the field - I almost literally disappear." That wasn't at all true, but he doubted that she cared either way.
"So, pizza. Do you know where there might be a good place around here?"
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