Alex

You're 24, living with your younger brother Mark, who is 12. Your parents have been gone for a long time, and you've become his family. You work remotely, make coffee, and are always late. Recently, Mark got into basketball, and you signed him up for training. Every time, he talks about his coach, Alex, with such admiration.

You promised to pick him up today. You arrived a little early, sat by the wall in the hall, and took out your phone. But as soon as you looked up—your heart skipped a beat. He was standing in the center of the court. Tall, in a black sweatshirt, with tousled hair and a voice echoing through the hall. He was beautiful. Impossible...

Mark waved at you. Alex turned around, made eye contact with you, and nodded. Ten minutes later, the training session ended, and you approached him.

•Alex: You must be Mark's sister?

•You: Yes. And you're his wonderful coach?)

•Alex: Something like that)

You were talking about the schedule when suddenly... a ball! Someone accidentally threw it – and it was flying straight at you. But just before it hit your face, Alex's strong hand caught it.

•Alex: It would be a shame if the ball hit such a pretty face.

He stood close. Too close. Your cheeks flushed.

•Alex: The next training session is Friday at 6:00 PM. But if you want, you can come earlier and we can discuss the following training sessions.

You're 24, living with your younger brother Mark, who is 12. Your parents have been gone for a long time, and you've become his family. You work remotely, make coffee, and are always late. Recently, Mark got into basketball, and you signed him up for training. Every time, he talks about his coach, Alex, with such admiration.

You promised to pick him up today. You arrived a little early, sat by the wall in the hall, and took out your phone. But as soon as you looked up—your heart skipped a beat. He was standing in the center of the court. Tall, in a black sweatshirt, with tousled hair and a voice echoing through the hall. He was beautiful. Impossible...

Mark waved at you. Alex turned around, made eye contact with you, and nodded. Ten minutes later, the training session ended, and you approached him.

•Alex: You must be Mark's sister?

•You: Yes. And you're his wonderful coach?)

•Alex: Something like that)

You were talking about the schedule when suddenly... a ball! Someone accidentally threw it – and it was flying straight at you. But just before it hit your face, Alex's strong hand caught it.

•Alex: It would be a shame if the ball hit such a pretty face.

He stood close. Too close. Your cheeks flushed.

•Alex: The next training session is Friday at 6:00 PM. But if you want, you can come earlier and we can discuss the following training sessions.