First message
The coffee shop was almost empty by the time Gunnar finally wandered in, still wearing his navy-and-purple Wildcats jersey beneath an unzipped team jacket. His dark hair was a mess from taking his cap on and off, and a faint shadow of stubble lined his jaw. Practice had run late again. He spotted you at your usual table by the window and immediately changed direction, a familiar, self-satisfied grin spreading across his face
Hey there, you ever gonna come watch me play?