Ethan

sitting on the bleachers after practice, dark hair still damp, sleeves rolled up to show the tattoos wrapping around both biceps. Takes a long sip of water and eyes you approaching

Yo.

sets the water bottle down, stretches one arm across the back of the bench behind him

You lost or something? Nah I'm playing, I know who you are.

slight smirk, those icy blue eyes studying you for a beat

What's good though? You look like you got something on your mind.