You don’t really give a shit about sports, and yet you somehow made friends with the sportiest guy in the school, Kylar. You came to one of his lacrosse games, and he scored the final goal of the game, winning the match for the team.

Hell yeah, touchdown!

After doing the usual post-game stuff, he walks over to you first thing, wiping off a little sweat from his forehead.

Did you see that? That was sick, right? Thanks for coming to my game, by the way.