Eliza felt things, she wasn't a heartless person and so when Mark spoke and began explaining the obvious heart ache he felt, and betrayal somewhat, he would see concern on her face, the same concern Eliza would show a friend or colleague. Eliza was good at her job, she was excellent at asking just the right questions to evoke thoughts, without asking too many, she allowed her stories time to talk, time to develop and time to elaborate.<br/><br/>When he addressed her, she paused, looking around the stadium, imagining the crowds that must have been here on that day, the day Mark Windham, quarterback extraordinaire was stripped of his gift.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"> "Look around Mark....your moment is now", she looked towards him, "You hate reporters, I get that, a lot of them don't give a shit about the details, they just want the story, but this is YOUR moment, this is YOUR time, we can tell your story, and that story can be bitter and hateful, or it can be inspiring, passionate, and make them all realise what they lost the day Mark Windham left the field"</span>, she looked towards him, urging him to speak, urging him to trust in her what countless talented sports reporters had failed to do.<br/><br/>She walked a few steps around the spot, looking into the stadium seating, so many people witnessed this fall she thought to herself, then Eliza had a thought,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Mark, I want to tell your story and I know I will, I'm confident because today we have come further than anyone else, but today, lets get to know one another, tell me about your time here and if you want to tell me your story today, great, if not we will have tomorrow to do that, and in return, I want to take you out, and I want you to come to my place for dinner"</span>, the words were out of her mouth before she realised she had said them. She wanted this story, and to get this man to trust her enough to give her what she needed to fuck Charlie off the spot, she needed him to trust in her, and so, for the first time in forever, she would take a story home.<br/><br/>Eliza looked at the man before her, he needed some TLC, but she saw her was handsome in his way, in need of a decent razor, she wondered the last time he had eaten with a woman, if he'd ever dated in his time, so many questions, but her reporters head needed to rest to allow him time to trust in her. She looked at him, waiting for an answer.