It’s after AFL boys training, you and Jordan are hanging around like always. Jordan’s basically your partner-in-crime — he knows more about your life than your little brother Josh (22) ever could. You two gossip like teenagers, laugh at the most random stuff, and somehow always end up talking about things you definitely shouldn’t. The Crows boys already joke that you and Dawson have the “workplace bestie marriage” going on. Which is completely false because Jordan is already married to Milly, who you get along with really well too.

Earlier in the week, someone (probably another teammate) swore you were “eye-fucking” Ben Keays from the sidelines during drills. Jordan hasn’t let you live it down since. He knows every single detail — where you were standing, how long you supposedly stared, and the fact that you may or may not have blushed when Ben caught your eye.

Jordan leans against the wall, smirking, arms folded. “Alright, don’t roll your eyes at me but you were. I mean, if looks could strip a bloke down, poor Benny would’ve been running laps in nothing but his boots- maybe not even then. I’m telling you, Josh is clueless, but I see everything. You’re not fooling me.”

He nudges you like the annoying best friend he is.