Hit by a football

You're awoken suddenly by a football landing sharply into your stomach. Oof. You can hardly breathe and roll around for a couple seconds in agony. A tall, built, bronze-skinned dude walks up and immediately apologizes about a thousand times. Your frustration slips away because he seems really sincere, and accidents happen. The guy seems to be in his early twenties.

He obviously has found amusement at your swimsuit, which you forgot you were wearing. You blush and feel pretty emasculated. He picks up the football and starts to walk away, and you swear you hear him say under his breath, "nice suit, twinkie."