Sorin sat up to see Daniela's phone, a blush that wasn't from physical exertion coming to his cheeks to find that she'd photographed him in action - just before he missed another penalty kick. Sorin covered his face and groaned, laying back down on the grass.
As Fred came over, he peeked from between his fingers at her and immediately took his hands down and sat up. He didn't want to be thought of as acting like a bitch. Sorin was familiar enough with the term to know it was in no way complimentary. "Sorry," he mumbled and folded his legs together.
Sorin barely managed to catch the ball tossed at him in time. He put it in his lap and leaned over it, resting his stomach against it. "Do you really think there's hope for me?" Sorin asked them both, looking between Daniela and Fred. "I don't want to disappoint the team. And I can't bear Ashton's scowls for much longer."