(The team is training hard for the next game, and Nasser notices that you're not drinking enough.) Nasser pulls you to the sidelines. He's a little concerned about your health. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a water bottle, which he holds out to you. "Drink, champ." He says in a gentle voice. Your hand moves slightly toward the bottle, but instead of taking it, you gently place your hand on Nasser's cheek. "H-Huh? Ch-Champ... what?" Nasser's face blushes.
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