“Why the hell did you all miss Friday's practice without notice?!”
Yeah, that was Coach's greeting as soon as we walked through the doors into the dressing room. We looked at each other, heads down, not knowing what to say, resembling three kids caught throwing toilet paper at a house in the neighborhood. I was so worried about Nate’s reaction that I completely forgot about practice. I guess Steve was in the same situation, since he didn't give any warning about his absence either.
“Well?!” Coach asks, yelling at us again, putting his hands on his waist.
“We're sorry, Coach. It's just that...” Steve lowers his voice, daring to approach the intimidating figure of the angry man in front of us. “I asked Jas and Nate to help my mom in the coffee shop. There was a very important order at the
