"And we are underway," David mumbled between bites, his attention fixed on the screen.
Zoey's voice followed almost immediately, dripping with playful sarcasm. "I didn't know you wanted to be a commentator. Maybe you're wasting your talents playing ball."
David gave a dry, unimpressed laugh. "Ha ha. So funny." He barely paused before continuing, "That attitude of yours is exactly why Bayern is going to tear Barça a new one tonight. Just watch."
Zoey scoffed. "Not possible. We are winning this."
David didn't argue further. Instead, he focused on the pitch. Bayern had just lost possession early in the game—a sharp steal from Frenkie de Jong, who quickly passed the ball backward to maintain control. Barcelona was playing well, holding possession, shifting the ball around with ease. Even so, David wasn't convinced. It was still early, and he knew all too well how deceiving a strong start could be.
Zoey, however, had no such doubts.
