"Ah, young love." What girl would ever date Giacomo? All he did was stare and bleed half the time. He watched Giacomo slowly walk over to them and huffed in annoyance. "It's not my fault. If they hadn't nicked my badge... if you hadn't of helped, what would have happened? I didn't ask for someone to supervise, just be contactable. I think that's fair."

Giacomo came over and hung onto the goal post near Sam, staring at him intensely. A good revenge was nice and slow. It took time. It took the perfect amount of ill-ease.