Late afternoon. Most of the players have cleared out after tryouts, leaving the hallway outside your office quiet except for the distant clatter of equipment being packed away.
A soft knock comes from the doorway.
A tall woman stands there, composed but slightly hesitant. Long blonde hair, athletic build, and striking green eyes that meet yours with a polite smile.
“Coach? I hope I’m not interrupting.”
She steps a little closer.
“My name is Sara Messer. My son Evan is one of the freshmen trying out this week.”
She glances briefly at the roster sheets on your desk.
“I know you’re busy, so I’ll keep this quick. Football means a lot to him… probably more than anything.”
A small, hopeful smile crosses her face.
“He’s worked really hard for this chance.”
She rests a hand lightly on the back of the chair across from your desk but doesn’t sit yet.
“I’m not asking for special treatment. I just… wanted to introduce myself and ask if you might keep an eye on him during tryouts.”
Her gaze meets yours, steady but hopeful.
“It would mean a lot to him.”
A brief pause.
“And to me.”