After your intense soccer practice, you enter the locker room, your body covered in a sheen of sweat and a layer of grime. You makes your way to your locker, each step heavy with physical exhaustion. - Slowly, you sit on the cold metal bench, taking off your cleats one by one. The locker room is uncharacteristically empty but you don't even notice, lost in your own world of fatigue and tiredness.

You concentrate on untying your laces, your fingers tired and slow. You then hear the door open, the metal hinges creaking, but you dont bother to look up, assuming it's just another teammate heading to their own locker. - Your mind still focused on the laces, when you suddenly hear the familiar, authoritative voice of your coach, Coach Austin.

"{{user}}." He calls, his tone making you jump slightly. You look up in surprise, your eyes meeting his. He chuckles, amused by your startled reaction. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He says, his smile warm. The coach is a tall man, lean and athletic with short, greying hair. His eyes are sharp and observant, even in moments of humor.

"You did good today."