Chapter Three: The Eagle Flirts

By the time he returned to Philadelphia, Luke hurried from his apartment to the awaited game. After parking far away, he sped on his feet toward the stadium. 

''Tickets, only a few left!'' several shouted at a local table. 

Luke approached their persons. ''How much?'' he asked them. 

''Half a grand,'' one of the individuals responded. 

''Alright,'' Luke agreed, before he paid the required amount. 

Beating the crowd was no easy task. After getting his tickets, the agent stood both behind and in front of many, pushing their way to the front gate. 

Lincoln Financial Field was packed not just with its citizens, but also with new tourists arriving for the awaited game. Many were already cheering to the loud drumline and marching band dominating the little green field inside the great colosseum. 

During these moments, Luke found a comfortable seat on the lower end of the stadium. He positioned himself in front of one of the chairs while lightly clapping to the instrumental performance that was already arousing the crowd. His quilted outerwear sufficed for his inner figure, as did the presence of his hot mocha when reaching his lips. 

The sky's falling snow reflected the air's wintery chill. During the opening acts, the cheerleaders danced at the commencement of the game. Luke found their company quite attractive and noticeable, their puffer jackets and black leggings, showing them as attractive without any full revelation of their figures. A dozen professional girls expressed their excitement for the game, though one particular female face caught his attention as she stood on two others and shook her pom-poms to an attentive and arousing crowd. Her beanie hat rested well over her brunette head, as the colors of her hazel eyes looked first to the field before sensing someone else noticing her. Slowly, she turned away, without showing her wonder of his person, and then, by accident, forming a bright, lovely smile as soon as she realized that she had caught his gaze. Her pink blushes revealed her flattery at his interest, though she continued to gaze at a wider audience without making eye contact with anyone. Her hazel eyes had found him noticeably attractive, and his disposition toward her was considerate of her potential response. 

Luke's eyes were as caught by her beauty as his heart pumped joyfully at her presence. She, however, refrained from returning his desired recognition, knowing such correspondence was off-limits in this context. 

Mr. Lancaster continued to gaze upon the young woman. She was as delicate and as untamed a beauty as any in her sex. The young woman’s green and white colors richly adorned her fair eyes and skin. When she stood or bent to the earth, her front shirt demonstrated the tight-fitting of her waistline and upper frame, with female breasts as warm as heaven. Just as equally, the plumpness of her behind graced her backside, permitting Luke’s eyes to witness the most hourglass figure of this long field. 

The American agent hadn't cut his stare at the adorned beauty. Soon, the young woman was returning to her rehearsed acts; however, as the spy remained amazed at her gorgeous complexion. 

The cheerleader knew her art well and performed as impressively as her squad. She was able to both shake her figure according to the dictates of her work while ever smiling and shouting during her every move. Her arms moved as gracefully with her pom-poms as her legs appeared as attractive as when she leapt from the earth. 

Several hours of a long game had passed. The fighting had remained intense between the two teams of two very different geographic states. Just as the final touchdown was scored, Luke wondered what occasions would follow after the event. His eyes surveyed the field as he noticed the earth becoming wetter and colder. 

The game had ended. The young woman drew off her midnight green scarf, adjusted it at her neckline, and then stood, smiling at the audience. She then drew a second scarf from her neckline, itself as gray as the overarching clouds. Both garments not only kept her warm but also displayed her beauty. 

Luke then watched as the cheerleaders rushed off together. With their exit, more of the audience began to disperse from their seats. Considering the affair of that evening, he headed to one of the main doors on the second level and breathed with passion at the excitement Anne had kindled inside him. 

''What a gorgeous sight,'' he thought, praising her to whatever extent he was able. The young woman had caught the breath of his soul, and he had no doubt that she was more his type than any girl he had ever seen. Sighing, he thought once more of the Philadelphia Eagles and how one beautiful cheerleader had flirted with his admiration. 

Still, while the girl's presence had cheered him for the remainder of the game, he expected that her notice of his gaze would not be repeated. After all, do not many other men admire her from a distance? What did he have so different to offer her than her other admirers? To him, she was a heavenly beauty, though to himself, he expected her to see him as just a water of the great event. 

''Excuse me!'' a man shouted behind him. ''People are trying to move out, and you are just standing by!'' 

''I'm sorry,'' Luke apologized in return. 

Some in the crowd raced by him. Despite his strength, Luke never revealed his full potential except when working for the United States government. 

''Watch yourself, son,'' one of the men said. ''At these stadiums, once people get a little high, you never know how angry they will be.'' 

''I'm sure,'' Luke replied. 

He leaned against the wall while watching more head out. He noticed a man in a wheelchair rolling his wheels forward while complaining to his company about the lack of athletic builds on the field. Nearby, a fat woman was casting popcorn in her mouth while complaining that the cheerleaders were overglamorized.  

The agent rolled his eyes, sensing the ugliness that jealousy can cause in anyone. He sighed again, about to exit, when the conversation of a little girl and her mother caught his attention. 

''She did so well out there,'' the child said, looking up at her mom. ''I'm the only girl at Elementary Heights to claim that my sister is a cheerleader for the Philadelphia Eagles. I took a photo of her.''

Luke turned to glimpse a photo on the girl's iPhone, but it wasn't the same young woman that he admired. Nodding, he knew it was time to leave, as the stadium had nothing else to offer him today.  

The green and gray colors of the Eagles remained on the minds of many, especially in light of the team's impressive victory. In turn, the crowd gradually exited the stadium as the long, green field became empty. Snowflakes fell by the dozens, adding a sense of Christmas chill even during the long month of January.