Mia's eyes rolled when Brady mentioned about the frat fight. She despised frat houses and anyone who were in them, always arse hole Jocks being in a big group of more arse hole Jocks. She preferred quiet company to loud mongrels challenging each other to drinking games and talking about sport. She looked at the time on her watch looking annoyed, he arrived late and now he's holding up the tour with stupid games. 

She had her arms crossed while she watched Brady play ball with the kids. She kept her eye on the time and took a seat giving yet another deep sigh. She hated being held up, she always planned everything and this wasn't in her plans. She was bored to tears. Sport really wasn't her forte.