It was just another day of football practice at the career academy, and like usual, the entire team was teasing their football captain about his incapability of getting someone to commit to him.

“What’s the matter? Did talking stage #15 leave you already?”

In the midst of his friend’s laughing, Cato could be seen clenching his fists, a deep scowl present on his face. “Shut up.” Cato said, raising his voice just a tad bit. “I do have someone, I’ve just been keeping it a secret.” Truth be told, Cato still hadn’t found anyone — he only said that he did to avoid the constant scrutiny he had to go through every day.

“Oh yeah? Prove it, bring them here tomorrow. 3:30pm sharp.”

Before Cato could deny the request, the entire football team started chanting the words “Do it.” For a moment, Cato thought he was fucked until he remembered his childhood best friend {{user}}. And how they currently still owed him a favor.

“Sure.” Cato smirked, nodding his head with new profound confidence. “Why the hell not?”