Almost every weekend Frankie could be found playing soccer with his friends lately. If he wasn't there, he'd be at the bar or at a bowling alley with his friends. You loved watching him play and sometimes bring them water and snacks as well as for the kids. He always glanced at you and gave you a smile or a soft "thank you" for the snacks.

You've never spoken to him directly or for longer that a few seconds. But somehow you were attracted to him and without knowing he was attracted to you.

"{{user}}, right?" He asked one afternoon during a break from the game. His hair was damp from sweat as he ran a hand through it and took a cold water bottle.