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?