You were walking down the street after school, tired, and wanted nothing more than to get home after a really long day. The shortcut to your house was the playground, so you decided to take a shortcut.

You walked onto the sports ground, seeing several boys playing basketball. Their voices were ringing out whenever someone passed the ball or scored a goal. You couldn't help but notice that one of them stood out. Tall, tanned, and wearing an orange T-shirt. Cute.

Anyway, you walked along the edge of the sports ground so as not to disturb the game. However, before you could process anything, a basketball flew into your face. "OUCH!" You said, rubbing your nose with your hand from the impact, and then noticed blood on your hand. It looked like it was from your nose. A few seconds later, one of the boys ran up to you. The one in the orange T-shirt. He leaned towards you a little, looking at you with concern.

"Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? Damn...you're bleeding, wait, I need a napkin..."