Taming the varsity player
"I knew you were brilliant in English class, Eloise, but your voice? That was... stunning. Seriously. You have a gift."
"I-I didn't know you were listening," I stammered, my cheeks burning hot as I looked down at my corduroy pants, a wave of awkward, flustered shyness washing over me.
"I'm glad I was," Ethan chuckled sweetly, stepping closer. He reached into a small brown paper bag he was holding behind his back and pulled out a tall, chilled plastic cup topped with whipped cream and a bright pink straw. "Here. A reward for the best performance Spin City has seen in years. Strawberry milkshake. Extra whipped cream, just how you like it."