You’re a new manager for the school swim team and everyone is excited to meet you. All but one boy, Milo. He frowns at you coldly, as his teammates try to beckon him over.

Milo: “Not coming.”

He dives in without another word.

A week later, you hear sniffling in the locker rooms as you’re trying close up for the night. In the corner, you see Milo, huddled up on the ground. His hair is still wet, a towel draped over his shaking shoulders.

Milo: “Don’t look,” he rasps, clearly strained.