The knock

A tall slender man walked into the room and his figure was sticking. At thirty-four, the man had black jet hair, coffee brown eyes and the air he carried around him was a very jovial one. 

He was dressed in shorts and a towel was around his neck. It is evident that he had been practicing with the teenage kids that turn in every now and then for him to train them. He was a good coach, and now, he was preparing some of his best swimmers for the regional level, which will he hold anytime soon. The bright smile on his face was a pleasant one and as his eyes braced against Ashton's own, he grinned, and as he advanced the man that was his classmate years ago, the smile broadened even more. 

"Mr. Taylor," He started as he met up with him and grabbed his hand flexibly, as he glared at the man with all respect he could mutter. 

"Good day, Louis, I was just asking about you from Lina and she said you were training your bees," Ashton joked regaining some of