When they told you to aspire to be in the same league as your idol - so they cease being your idol and start being your rival, they didn’t mention how utterly amazing it was to be able to shake hands with two of your idols consecutively.
It was an improbable romance. He was a country boy. She was from the city. She had the world at her feet, while he didn’t have two dimes to rub together.
James Potter Minimalist [x]
Black Widow by Butch Guice