"Why?" I asked in confusion when he stopped in front of the metal railings.
"Fix my hair tie." He said and bent down.
I removed his hair tie and gathered his hair. His hair almost reached his shoulders. It was jet-black and, surprisingly, looked healthy.
"Who were you looking at over on the other bench?"
"I just took a glance at Rhys. It's the first time I've seen him again. The last time was last Christmas," I said as I looped the hair tie around his hair, tightening it as I went. "All done."
Garett stood straight. His gaze dropped to me and the corner of his lips curved upward. "Behave, yourself."
My brows furrowed. Huh? Why? What was I even doing?
My eyes went past him, catching the sight of their coach who already looked irritated. Well, of course—he was in the middle of a game
