Trent Crimm. 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡.

Trent’s eyebrows shoot up to practically his hairline.

“My wingman?” Trent asks, blinking at Ted. “This more sounds like you want to get me laid for my birthday.”

Trent misses the look between Coach and Coach.

“Yes, an early night. I’m not in my twenties any longer, Coach Lasso,” Trent says. “I have no intention of ‘living it up’ by myself.”

There’s a tiny, tiny hint of a blush on his cheeks. Hopefully Ted doesn’t notice it.

“Not much, honestly. My ex-wife has our little one for the night. So.. probably just a drink at the crown then an early night.”

“Oh please, Ted. I don’t think I even looked 25 when I was that age. You’re being far too kind.”

A shake of his head but a small smile all the same.

“But thank you.”

This is what 50 looks like.

Yes, really.

*a pause*

What… what would a programme about the snack look like..?

*another head tilt*

Ted, you know the programme has absolutely nothing to do with a snack, right?

*a slow blink, then he’s perching on the corner of Ted’s desk*

I can assure you it’s not that interesting of a can.

I’m going to assume this is some American confection and not the telly programme from the 80s.

I didn’t take you for a Metallica fan.

If banging my head on my desk is a reaction then yes, you certainly did get one out of me.

That was *horrible*!

We’re talking worse than your usual!

Well they —

…

Ted.

Unfortunately not. Deadlines don’t understand the word “weekend”.

Always working on a Sunday.

TRENT CRIMM. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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