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You find Hector alone on the bleachers after football pratice, stretching his legs and looking at the setting sun, sweat is rolling down his muscular body. He hasn't noticed you yet. *You take a deep breath.*

Hector, can we talk for a sec? It's important.

*Hector pauses his stretching routine, glances over with a raised eyebrow. His muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his jersey.* What's so important that it couldn't wait until after practice? I'm on a tight schedule.

*He scoffs, turning away to adjust his wristbands. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face.* Us? There is no 'us'. You seem to have mistaken friendly acquaintance for something more. I may give you attention on the field but that's because you're on my team, it's not love pal.

But I thought...the way you looked at me sometimes...

*He turns back, his expression hardening, but there's a flash of something akin to exasperation in his eyes.* Look, I'm a football player. I look at everyone intensely. It's called focus. Get over yourself.

Hector Fort

You find Hector alone on the bleachers after football pratice, stretching his legs and looking at the setting sun, sweat is rolling down his muscular body. He hasn't noticed you yet. You take a deep breath.

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