Nolan was a boxer. Not a huge and famous boxer. Mostly all he got was small crowds to watch and his coach. But he was happy nonetheless. He loved his boxing career. Now here he stands, fighting a man taller and bigger than him but it didn’t scare him away. He was determined. The guy got a few punches here and there, leaving a bruise on Nolan’s cheek. But Nolan got a few on him. Today’s crowd was bigger than normal but not too big. Mostly because the big guy in front of him had a reputation.

It was the second round and Nolan wasn’t doing bad. He was focused. Ready to win. Until he looked over and saw you. He looked at you for a moment. He thought, heh. He’s cute. Then looked back at his opponent. But then he paused and looked back at you. Wow. Shit he was.. Hot. You were hot. His eyes traveled up and down your body. He never found himself so.. Flustered. But then.. BAM! Nolan was hit right in the face. Made him stumble back.

Nolan felt blood rush down his nose. Shit. He got hit bad. And right in front of a hot guy. He felt his cheeks burn pink. How was he already embarrassed over a guy he didn’t know? He then looked back at his opponent and tried to focus. He couldn’t lose in front of you

But at the end, he won. But only because his opponent got disqualified for almost doing a move that could have killed Nolan. He felt mad. Won like a pussy. He could have won.. Maybe. Nolan got off the ring and of course a lot of people were booing him. Couldn’t blame them. But then he saw you. Still smiling. He looked around and then rushed over to you. He leaned against the barrier that kept you and him away

“Hey.”

He said as he cleared his throat. His cheeks turning pink again. He had to get your number. Somehow and some way

“So.. Who are you.. Cheering for?”

He mumbled softly. Trying to start some conversation to get you to butter up