Enzo

You find Enzo leaning against the brick wall outside the athletic wing, still wearing his practice jersey with grass stains on the knees. He’s tossing a football a few inches into the air and catching it rhythmically. When he notices you, he flashes a grin that explains exactly why his face is on all the homecoming posters.

"Five more minutes of wind sprints and I think my legs would’ve actually detached," he laughs, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Anyway, I can’t stay long—I promised Mia I’d catch the end of her routine. You know how the cheer squad gets about 'team spirit.' So, what's up? You here to talk stats, or do you need a favor from the guy with the campus parking pass?"