"Really?" The little boy peeked out from over his father's shoulder. "Do you guys really know Li Wei?"
The father sized Craig up carefully.
"Wait, I recognize you," he said suddenly. "Aren't you from Syracuse University? The Quarterback, number 12."
Craig froze.
"I've seen your games on TV," the father said, having recognized him. "The one against Virginia Tech last month. You guys lost, but your two long passes were beautiful. You played well."
"You... you watched that game?" Now it was Craig's turn to get a little flustered.
"Of course I did!" the father said as he and his son queued up in the long line with them. "I have a high opinion of you."
He patted his son's leg. "Son, say hi to this guy. He's going to be as amazing as Li Wei someday."
The little boy's eyes lit up. "Whoa!" He held out a chubby fist. "Hello!"
Craig avoided the little boy's gaze, turning his head to the side as he bumped fists with him.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll work harder."
He felt much better.
