“Hey Glenn, what’s up?” Paul George greeted, approaching Glenn Robinson in the locker room. “You got plans for after the game?”
“Probably just go home and watch a movie or something,” Glenn responded. “But if you have something in mind, forget the movie and I’ll chill with you instead.”
Paul sort of shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Well, actually, I have no real desire to chill with you. Don’t take it personally. I just wanted to tell you that, if, uh, you ever thought about trying that Mexican restaurant across the street from the arena, well…don’t.”
“Um, okay.” Glenn knew about the restaurant, which was called El Bandito Loco, but didn’t know why Paul would bother telling him something like this. Then, something clicked. “This is part of coach telling you to mentor me, isn’t it?”
“Sort of. Yeah.”
“I don’t know if restaurant recommendations were what he had in mind when he told you I needed some mentoring and guidance to help me navigate the unique challenges of the NBA game.”
Throwing up his hands, Paul said, “I’m getting to it, alright! Coach said I have to build up a, what’s the word he used, oh! A ‘rapport’ with you. So I’m doing that by giving you life advice first.”
“So do you have any Mexican places that you would recommend?”
“Not really. I hadn’t thought about it,” Paul admitted. “Anyway, I gotta get going. If coach asks you, tell him that our rapport is going really good right now.”