Black Ice
Then there was Ben, the nice freshman player.
He was younger than most of the team and a little shy too.
During one of my breaks, he found me in the hallway and asked, “You want to sit with us? Not the whole team, just a few of us eating outside.”
I almost said no, but Alan was already waving me over. “Come on, Toby. Ben saved you a seat.”
Ben talked about how hard practice was. “I mess up a lot,” he said with a laugh. “But Alan always helps me after. He’s a good captain.”