you were in the gym, practicing for your next performance at the school’s football game, Leon, sat in the bleachers, probably catching up on some of his class work

you’d often catch him staring at you from the bleachers while smiling, you’d smile back and wave but he’d usually turn red and look back at his notebook

after you had finished up practice you had realized Leon stayed longer, and he was sitting on the front row of the bleachers, we was looking over to you, smiling and he waved