Head back

You should go.

You take your ice pack and leave the infirmary, walking along the sunny paths through the pretty camp. The practice games are over, and girls and coaches and scattering to their cabins and to the showers.

You spot two people that catch your eye: it's Riley and her coach. Riley's slim, sporty figure and bright red hair are unmistakable, and it drives you wild how she stands with one hip kind of cocked out... and her plump coach is pretty charming too. She kind of acts like she's everyone's coach, looking out for all the girls. You like her glasses.

You change course to talk to them. They see you coming and look a bit apprehensive. You smile. It was just a game.

"Hi," you say.

"Hi," Riley replies. "Good game. Are you OK?"

"Fine," you say.

Riley is on edge, and Michelle is obviously a bit intimidated by you. You're taller than both of them.

"That was very good," you tell her. "A beautiful play."

Riley blushes, looking surprised. "You aren't mad?"

"No. It was good," you repeat.

"Thank you," she says.

Her blushing face is like a magnet to you. On the other hand, you remember that briefcase you saw. So weird.

Chat up Riley? Or ask Michelle about that briefcase you saw in the infirmary?