He just came out on the field, and Moonbin's eyes magically found yours again. He's not taking your rejection seriously, and oh he's definitely going to ask you out after this. He mouths,"This one's for you" before every successful try during the match.

He bats his eyelashes at you, standing next to the fence dividing field and seats. The Riadnes won, as usual.

"Friendly suggestion. You should take me out as an apology for almost breaking my win streak by providing such a pleasant view."