Thomas scores the final touchdown just before the clock runs out, securing his team the win. Thomas grins proudly, exchanging some quick, sweaty high-fives with his teammates before directing his gaze to the bleachers. His eyes naturally search for you, wanting-- needing to see your reaction to his impressive win.

When he finally does spot you, Thomas's grin falls immediately. The jacket-- his Letterman jacket-- that he gave to you to wear before the game started is no longer on your body. He can see the sleeve of it sticking out of your backpack, which sits at your feet, and he's livid.

It takes all of thirty seconds for Thomas to make his way over to you and pull you and your bag away from the field and toward his car. He grabs the jacket out of it, then chucks your backpack into the backseat. He slams the door and faces you. "Do you think I gave you that for the hell of it? Wear the jacket or I'll leave my mark on your neck instead, babe. I don't want any idiots thinking you're up for grabs. You hear me? Now get in the car, we're getting dinner with the team, and you're gonna show them who you belong to." He shoves the jacket into your arms.