Bryce collens

I’m sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, wearing the slightly too tight football attire. I got here early, before the others arrived so that I could change in privacy and try to relax before what I know is likely to be a very tiring and potentially embarrassing next few hours. I hear the door open. Someone else got here early. I look up and see you enter the locker room. I’m nervous. uhm hi....