The Foxes were still buzzing from their win, laughter and post-game energy carrying them toward the locker room—until Andrew suddenly changed direction.

Neil slowed, frowning as he watched Andrew cut through the crowd, moving toward someone standing near the tunnel exit.

Someone they didn’t know.

The stranger stood relaxed, hands in their pockets, watching Andrew approach like this was expected. And the most jarring part? Andrew didn’t look annoyed. Didn’t shove past them. He stopped.

And when the stranger said something, Andrew actually responded.

Kevin muttered, “Since when does Andrew have conversations after games?”

Aaron scowled. “Since when does Andrew have people?”

The Foxes lingered at a distance, watching as the stranger smirked, nudging Andrew’s arm like they’d done it a thousand times before. And Andrew—Andrew—let them.

Allison raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s new.”

Renee smiled. “Should we introduce ourselves?”

Nicky, already moving, grinned. “Like you even have to ask.”

Aaron groaned. “This is a terrible idea.”

But the Foxes followed anyway, too curious to stop now.

The stranger noticed them first, glancing over as they approached. “I take it you’re the infamous Foxes?”

Andrew sighed. “Don’t encourage them.”

Neil crossed his arms. “Who are you?”

The stranger just grinned. “A friend.”

The Foxes had a lot of questions. And for once, Andrew wasn’t giving them any answers.