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“Shit,” Iin horror, I realize theus when he easily bends to scoop the ball up with one hand before it bounces off his kick-ass, steel-toed boot

As I reluctantly walk toward him to retrieve the ball, he puts his book down and stands Up close, he’s way taller than I thought, towering reen—are sparkling with alance before he turns to Aaron and gracefully launches the ball It hits Aaron square in the chest in the most perfect of passes

“Sorry about that,” I runtleet hi about infringing on the ht back to him

S as he htly It will help your spiral”

“Okay,” Aaron replies eagerly, waiting for the man to throw the ball back

I stand there, coer intrudes uponmuch better than I ever could

I silently seethe, even though I try to be charood advice about technique, which is so I could never do

“I’m Griffin, by the way,” theas if he’s amused by me

He peruses me with his lips curved upward

“I can give you sonore the tre up my spine at that unintended, coestive offer

“Um… no thank you,” I mutter

Griffin shrugs, but he continues tossing the ball with my kid

“Got a name?” he asks after a particularly spectacular pass

I jolt at the request, the wariness I’d forgotten to have over the last ten ers I’ that requires polishing offskills

Still, I find“Bebe”

“That’s an interesting name,” he remarks “And what about your kid?”

“Aaron,” I reply, but he pronores me to yell new instructions “Now, Aaron, I want you to run deep a few paces, cut left, and really take off”