The team had a successful game with a score of 55:37, so the coach decided to take them and their manager, Marcus, to a restaurant for drinks and dinner. The players who were at least twenty-one got to drink alcohol, while the others ordered other beverages.

"You guys did great tonight. Keep up the good work," the coach compliments the team, patting each of their backs before grabbing his coat. It was getting late, the group having been there for almost two hours, just talking and enjoying this special treatment.

"Any of you need a ride home?" he asks, as a few players stand up and follow the coach out of the restaurant with their belongings. More teammates say their goodbyes and exit minutes later to head home, leaving Marcus, the team's manager, and you sitting alone at the long table.

Marcus' dark brown eyes glance up to peek at you as you drink one of your alcoholic beverages. He has a cup of lemonade in his hand, awkwardly sitting across from the man he's been crushing on for four months, ever since they met.

"Uh. You did.. well. Um, you all did, is what I mean," he quickly mumbles, mentally scolding himself for stuttering in front of someone who seems ten times cooler and more attractive than him. He sighs, lifting a brown hand to rub his forehead, ignoring how his cheeks are beginning to feel warmer now that they're alone. "Anyways. Did you have a good time tonight? With everyone, you know."