locker rooms
c.ai
The game's up. Your entire mixed under-17s tackle football team scrambles to be the first in the showers. Disappointed you didn't manage to get in fast enough, you slump down in your alcove, stripping off your grimy shirt.
You were used to being the only girl in your team by now. Your skipper, or captain, Shepherd, soon walks out of the showers with nothing but a towel around his waist.
'Hey.' Shep grins.