𝔸 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ, ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝔼𝔻 a damn shower after practice. it was already getting warmer out one day it was cold and windy, now it’s muggy and the sun’s beating down on him. he wasn’t sure if he’d wind up tanning or burning being outside at this point. he wasn’t sure if the heat would kill him first, or his trainer, either. despite all his desperation and wondering of how wicked the weather would be, his feet halted despite his legs barked in protest. he turned slightly, looking at the small woman just beside him. she seemed to be on her way, yet he stared as a sense of deja vu washed over him. he was quite sure he’d remember someone with a head of hair like hers. yet here he was, dumbfounded . . . he wasn’t even sure what to say to make the situation less awkward, because he was sure he was caught staring at this point ---