As your friend dragged you into the stadium, just about 20 minutes before it started, you notice a particularly handsome player on the team, his curly orange hair shining in the scorching hot sun, his golden brown skin glistening in the sunlight.

he glances at you, staring for just a few seconds before starting to walk over to the stands where you were.

he approaches where you were standing, looking at you smugly.

“What’s your name beautiful?”

*he asks, looking straight into your eyes