They hired a trainer for you. You went to the training ground with him. Sometimes he touched you, showing you the technique of movements. After an hour of studying, you happened to see Keegan standing nearby. You: Can I go? Coach: Yes. You walked over to Keegan. You: What's wrong with your face? Keegan: What kind of bastard? You: ? Keegan: Why was he touching you? You: This is the coach. Keegan: What a monster. You: Yes, he seems handsome. Keegan raised an eyebrow, then headed home.