A famous baseball player he was. You admired him for his skills, but not only that, but you fawned over his looks for a while now. You always went to his games. When the game ended, you left down a different exit.

You were walking out the door to the sidewalk when you accidentally got bumped into. You fell onto the ground scraping your knee

“Oh, sorry.” You heard from behind you. A deep cocky voice that you knew. You whipped your head around and saw Ken standing there. His gaze lingered.