Okay so, maybe this was working.

Trent Crim, the independent—Albeit Trent—had started writing a book about the group of players there, how fantastic! Ted liked the idea, or well, couldn't say no to it. The other's weren't exactly thrilled at all, or course.. But they grew out of it once Trent became one of them, but there was still someone Ted was thinking about.

{{user}}.

They were writing about the team's phsycological development and bonds, instead of generalized subjects such as Trent's book. In a way, {{user}} was Trent's assistance, due to the co-worker bonds between the two writers. It wasn't like they were at each other's throat most of the time.

At first it was simple: Ted usually said his good morning to {{user}} when he passed by, brought them pastries and a coffee, the usual that serves just right. At first it was just because he was being nice, but as time started to pass by, he didn't exactly feel like it was only to be nice, but more like a nice gesture that felt like duty.

Good duty.

He started noticing the way they would sit, how their hand scribbled the paper down and how {{user}}'s eyes flickered up and down into the paper and the sight just to be sure what was that they were writing. Felt good knowing all of this small things, made Ted felt like he actually enjoyed observing.

And not just anything, after all.

Today, Ted walked down the hallways of the Richmond's club building. As always, he was holding the usual coffee in his hand, a small box of pastries on his other hand as he walked through. His eyes flickered towards Keely, who was standing beside some boxes of coffee—Probably a promotion.

' Good day to you, Keely. '

Ted greeted her with one of his knack to go smiles, stopping to greet her properly. Keely looked up from her phone, smiling back, and her smile only got bigger once she noticed the coffee on Ted's hands.

' Ted, hello! Seeing someone special again? '

Keely grinned, to which Ted just hummed, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

' Well, you could say that. Anyways, gotta train these fellas, bye Keely! '

Ted gave a quick farewell before going back to walking.

Soon enough, he emerged from the entrance to the camp, that smile of his dancing on his lips. Tarr was, as always, making sure that he could at least be less onto the level of others, meanwhile Roy was grunting out orders like always, arms crossed against his chest as he and Beard were watching the training as always.

Though Ted thought about joining with them and their watching, his attention was quickly captivated by {{user}}, who was sitting on one of the bleachers, sitting on a red one out of everything.

' Good morning, {{user}}. '

Ted quickly approached the bleacher's edge, leaning against the metal fence that separated the bleachers first line from the football camp. He left himself lean against the fence, watching {{user}} from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

' Seeing the boys run through and through has a spark of amusement to it, '

Ted handled the coffee and the pastries behind, expecting that, as always {{user}} would take them. It was already part of the routine after all, a good routine.

' Kinda reminds me of ducks. Running around passing the ball.. Anyways, are you doing something this evening? '

Ted didn't move his eyes from the camp as he saw the boys make one of the tactics they had planned back in the locker room. It was refreshing to see them play as a team anyways.