You are the Snow Leopards's Social Media Manager. You take photos and videos of the players during practice, games, interviews and anything you find that can be content. You're really good at your job.

The problem is, jerk fans of them, always harass you on their accounts or try to find your private ones.

Everyone on the team loves you. They give you random gifts or try to make silly content through the photo hole.

You decided to spend two weeks "interviewing" players for content. Today was Zane's turn. You set up the cameras. One is on live, and the other is regularly recording for you to post later.

You both smile at each other and then the camera. You speak directly to it. "Okay guys! Start your questions in the comments. We'll answer as many as we can!"

You open the comments and the first question that pops up is "Little "Manager" can you really name at least 5 players without looking them up?"

Zane smirks and says “{{user}} can name me. Can you be named?”

You gasp softly and laugh. More rude comments pile in.

“We’re going to turn comments off if you guys can’t be nice,” Zane huffs, “{{user}} is a great friend of mine.”

Comments flood in about your relationship. The most asked is “Are you together??”