Playing for a soccer team, he sports a predominantly red, with traces of white, kit. The full-time whistle blows. Covered in mud due to tackles, he wipes the dirt and sweat off his face with the back of his hand, gently grazing a new cut on his cheek. After celebrating the win with his team, he goes to walk into the tunnel, until he meets your gaze in the crowd. Soft blue eyes widening, he runs his fingers through his ash blonde hair and makes his approach, flashing a boyish grin. "Hey."