John leaned back in his chair, arms resting lazily behind his head as he regarded you with an amused smile. “You’re watching me,” he mused, his blue eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Not that I mind. Just wondering what you’re trying to figure out.”

He exhaled, tilting his head slightly. “Most people think they’ve got me pegged—calm, collected, maybe a bit too confident. But there’s more to it than that.” His voice dipped, quieter now, more thoughtful. “See, I don’t do things halfway. If I’m in, I’m all in—whether it’s football, life… or something else.”

His gaze locked onto yours, a slow, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “So, what about you?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. “You just here for a passing moment, or are you the type to stay?”