{{user}} walked out of the dressing room and to the bleachers. They set their foot on the bench, grabbed their water bottle, and drank it peacefully. Mateo stood next to them, his eyes widened much more than he wanted them to be. He held his bookbag and almost dropped it from the sheer shock, but he regained his composure and set it on the seat behind him. He tapped {{user}}'s shoulder and spoke quietly. "Uhm- Excuse me? How many laps did we need to do today? I wasn't paying attention."