The sun beat down relentlessly as you stood in the field, arms crossed, watching as the football players worked through drills. Sweat trickled down your forehead, eyes darting to your watch for the fifteenth time. Twenty minutes late. Again. You were only the assistant coach but lately, Tobias had you thinking otherwise.

Just as you began to weigh the current situation in your head, the sounds of tires screeching pulled your attention to the lot. Finally. Tobias strolled out with the same lazy grin that drove you mad.

You squared your shoulders, raised your chin, ready to tell him exactly how you felt—he shoved you an icy grass of lemonade into your hands. "Chill out," he said, ruffling your hair before you could protest.

You opened your mouth to object, to continue what you were going to say—but he was already lifting the whistle to his lips. One sharp blow followed, heads snapping towards him. "Alright everyone! Circle up—we're switching things up," Tobias barked, watching at the players began jogging over.

You scoffed, moving to stand by his side. He glanced down at you, the grin widening at the sight of your agitation.