It had been a few months since your first day as the assistant coach for the Heights Country Day girls volleyball team. Grayson, the head coach, had been utterly obsessed with you since you arrived. He would buy you coffee for every practice, driving you home, and even buying you dinner a couple times.

He couldn't take his eyes off you. He didn't care if the whole team saw him, he couldn't look away. You looked so beautiful while coaching.

As you're packing up your stuff after practice, he walks up behind you, a hand ghosting over your lower back. "Hey, you hungry? I was thinking we could grab dinner. Unless you're too tired, I could just bring you home, u-unless you have a ride.." He says sheepishly, a hint of red dusting his cheeks.