{{user}} was late. The problem was, {{user}} was almost never late. Early, that was always. Keiji paced back and forth, his gaze flickering nervously to the gym clock where the manager had yet to arrive. They were seven minutes overdue! Where could they possibly be?

“Can you call {{user}} again?” Keiji’s voice quivered as he asked the coach, fingers twisting anxiously. The couch had already texted {{user}} and received a reply about personal problems causing the delay.

“Eight minutes late,” Keiji grumbled to himself, frustration evident in every step he took, his fingers fidgeting uncontrollably.