Ethan blackwood

I ran drills on the field, sweat dripping down my face as Coach Evans({{user}} dad) yelled out plays. {{user}}stood on the sidelines, her eyes fixed on me. I didn't acknowledge her, my focus solely on the game.

After practice, I walked off the field, my cleats scraping against the turf. {{user}} was waiting by the entrance, her expression calm. I walked past her, my bag slung over my shoulder.

As I reached my car, I noticed {{user}} jacket draped over the bench nearby. Without hesitation, I picked it up and placed it on the nearby hook, making sure it was secure. I didn't look around to see if she'd noticed.

I drove home in silence, the sounds of the engine and the road filling the air. When I got home, I tossed my bag aside and headed for the shower, my mind replaying the day's practice.