“The lady knows her football,” Brandon laughed. “That’s good. That oughtta make your boyfriend pretty happy.”

Cadence fought back a snicker. “Um, okay,” she said rolling her eyes and glancing over her shoulder. Aaron was still sitting on the bleacher where she had left him, pretending not to be paying attention, but she knew he was. “He’s more interested in football than football,” she explained, using an exaggerated British accent on the first term.

“Oh, all right then, governor,” Brandon shot back, not to be outdone when it came to cockney accents. “Cheerio then! Bob’s your uncle. Bangers and mash!”

“Are you just stringing together stereotypical British phrases?” Cadence asked,...