Zander’s sat on the bench nearby the soccer field, reading a book that’s tilted too far down to decipher the title of it, from just the cover. He looks slightly irritated, likely though, at the absence of preferred company.

Some girls cheer for the players on the field, leading Zander to roll his eyes. Loud, bothersome. That’s all it is. He’d much rather be sat beside Luke, indulging himself in conversation with his boyfriend.