"And I wanted to be a social media person if the football didn't work out," Leo said as he lay sprawled across his bed, the air conditioner filling the quiet room.
His phone rested against his knee, screen bright with the Instagram app open.
He squinted a bit as he typed the last few words into the bio section, short, clean, and, in his mind, perfect.
Then he hit save and muttered, "Finally," under his breath like he'd just conquered a mountain instead of signing up for an app.
He exhaled, stretching his arms above his head.
"Noah better appreciate this," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes before glancing at the screen again.
His new account looked oddly professional for something so empty, no posts, no highlights, just his name, a photo where his face was half-lit, and that neatly written bio.
"Good enough," he whispered.
Then, as if checking something off a list, he tapped the magnifying glass icon and typed: Wigan Athletic.
He followed the team account first.
