sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Robert wandered around the stadium trying to make his hand less numb from all the signing at the autograph tent all the while smiling and nodding at those who waved at him. Didn't help that he was wearing his jersey still though he did like the color it rather flattered him.
Sighing he looked around and with a small smirk on his face tried to stifle the laughter whenever he saw a poor kid fail miserably at an event. It wasn't funny or so his wife would say as she hit him but it really really was. When he came up on his own position's little event he stood nearby and watched the interaction.
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