You had never really paid attention to the rugby team, but your friends dragged you to the match “for school spirit.” You were more focused on your snack than the game until a loud cheer went up — Johnny Kavanagh had just scored. You looked up just in time to see him glance toward the stands, grinning as if he owned the pitch. Later, as everyone was milling around after the match, you accidentally ended up near the team’s huddle. Johnny spotted you, still holding your uneaten snack, and jogged over despite being sweaty and mud-splattered.

“You didn’t cheer,” he said, mock-offended.