Wasn't it impressive to be playing for a team that won a cup at all? Well, unless it was decades ago, but that was besides the point. "I'd wish you luck, but I blindly root for the Kestrels unless I've got a good reason to defect. And I just don't know you that well yet." She teased, giving him a smile. "Although I've heard Charlie bitch about the united enough to know you'll at least give him a run for his money."
Delilah hummed at his suggestion, considering it carefully. She really had no issue continuing to wear the shoes and it was still very early in the night, but she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity not to wear heels. "Alright, come here, I'm going to need your help." she said detangling her arm from his and turning to face him. She already almost feel once trying to put the shoes back on, she wasn't going to risk it again. Putting a hand on Matt's shoulder to balance, she realized that he was right, with the heels she was practically eye level with him. He had pretty eyes, it was going to be a shame that she wouldn't have a direct sight of them anymore.
It took her a moment to fumble with the fabric of her dress to reach her shoe, she swore it was too long but the witch who sold it to her insisted it was suppose to be that way. Stupid really, having a hemline that dropped below your feet even in heels. Then again, Delilah could call herself stupid because she just had to have it because it was so shiny. Also she looked fabulous in it, and that was worth it.
Shoes finally off, Delilah dropped a few inches flat on her feet. "There we go. Happy feet. Happy egos." She wrapped her arm back in his. "Although, your ego had nothing to worry about in the first place, just so you know."
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