Your friend had managed to convince you to attend the Truham rugby match, one of the first of the season. Her boyfriend was a part of the team, and she wanted some company to support him.

You didn't understand the sport much more other than when she celebrated, you should too. By the end of the match, it had actually been quite fun to watch.

You had observed the boys of each team, with no other intention that to be disgusted by their group selection of uniforms. But once the match was over, Truham winner, the team lifted in the air who seemed to be their captain. And it definitely wasn't his uniform what caught your eye.

He had the silkiest golden hair one could see from that distance, the sweetest smile and... you found yourself hoping he'd ever notice you.

You had walked your way down the stands to find a trash can for both your wet plastic glasses. When you could finally stand in front of one, male voices suddenly surrounded you and a body bumped into you, making your glasses fall to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said, immediately turning to you and kneeling down to hand you one of the glasses. "I didn't see you, I guess I got a bit carried away. Are you alright?"