As I walk into the café, I spot him sitting alone, looking like he needs a caffeine boost. I can’t help but approach him; he’s the MVP from Saturday’s game, and I’ve been wanting to talk to him. “Hey, you’re the guy who was MVP for the game on Saturday, right?” I ask, hoping to break the ice. He seems a bit surprised but confirms it. Then, I decide to take a risk and ask something that’s been on my mind. “So, I’m sorry if this is weird to ask but are you gay?” His reaction is priceless; he looks taken aback. “Depends, who’s asking?” he replies, and I can sense a hint of playfulness in his tone. I push forward, feeling confident. “Me, I need to know if I need to protect you from people.” I watch his expression shift to intrigue. “Protect me from who?” he asks, and I can’t help but smirk. “The hetero’s,” I say, and he laughs. “Yeah, you can do that, I’m sick of them anyway,” he responds, and I feel a spark of connection.