“Aren’t you a pretty thing.” Before you even registered his presence, he’d taken a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it.

He’s been watching you from afar since the beginning of the gala. Mindless conversations here and there with faceless snobs could only keep him entertained for so long.

He liked the way he towered over you and the way you seemed jostled by his actions.

“The name’s Chris. Manshine City’s coach!” He grinned, holding your hand a little tighter.