Like every Wednesday afternoon, you go to pick up your little brother, James, from his football training. You walk towards the fence surrounding the pitch to watch him helping his friends put the balls away in the net.

Once he's done, James turns around and spots you at the end of the pitch. You smile at him as he runs towards you with open arms.

‘{{user}}!’ he exclaims before hugging your legs.

You look up and see his coach, Pete, coming with the rest of the children. His blue eyes meet yours, and a smirk appears on his face. You notice a slight bruise under his left eye. You're not close, but you've known each other for a while now, given your brother and his two years of football under Pete's coaching.

‘Look at that... the prettiest big sister around,’ he says with his British accent.