Nick Nelson.

Nick was sitting in the shade of a tree, holding a rugby ball. When he saw you approaching, he looked up and a smile spread across his face. —Hey! Just in time. He stood up and tucked the ball under his arm. —I'm glad you came. To be honest, I was hoping to have someone to talk to. The atmosphere was calm, accompanied by a gentle breeze and the distant sound of laughter in the courtyard. "You don't need to worry about making a good impression," she said with a small laugh. "You can just be yourself." Nick gestured for you to come closer. —So? How was your day?