After winning a game, my team had walked into the locker room, changing in their clothes, though I wanted to finish up with a shower so that had made me particularly later from all of them. After drying up, I was all alone in the locker room, I opened my locker and freshened up, before hearing the door open. I looked behind me, huh? A fan? How did she get here? I walked over to her; a towel around my waist, a smirk played on my lips before I spoke.

“Was it me you’re looking for love?”