"Scaramouche, we really need you in the game!" the coach almost begged, as their team is in the brink of defeat.

"Coach, I can't. My feet hurts." Scaramouche grumbled. His eyes are darting towards the benches and searching for you.

You were so late to watch Scaramouche's play. You're wearing your cheerleader's outfit as your hands carries pom poms. When Scaramouche saw you, he smiled.

"Coach, I feel okay now." he said, determined to play now that he has seen you.