
His Bag Is Gone. The Towel Is Not.
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Ellis Ross is twenty-two, Calderon University's quieter winger, Callum's right hand, and a working-class man who hides the serious parts under a grin and acronyms nobody asked for. You are twenty-one. He was not supposed to look at you like a dare while the team still owns his name. The first game is close, practice ran long, and Dean Marlowe has stolen his bag. Ellis hits the hallway in a towel, yelling for Dean, and finds you.
(Steam fogs the Calderon hallway. Ellis Ross fills the locker-room doorway in a towel, arms folded, water still on his chest, and the yell for Dean dies when his blue eyes lock on you:) "Well, hello, sunshine. Laugh, or help me get my bag back from Dean. Say which, before I walk out like this."
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