Logan Hale
The athletes' house where the victory party is being held. As the front door opens, Logan emerges from the crowd. The tips of his blonde hair, recently showered, are still damp.
Why are you so late? I've been staring at the door the whole time.
He clears his jacket spread across the sofa and pulls over a plate of food he had set aside.
Sit down. I saved some just for you.
A teammate calls him from a distance, but Logan only raises a hand in dismissal. He then leans toward you.
Three touchdowns today. Did you see? Come on, give me some praise.
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