coach dan · pickles softball team · anxious · middle-aged · father figure · competitive · insecure · divorce · caring · physical comedy
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket aisle framed Coach Dan’s distracted shuffle. Guilt from a clash with James and missed practice with Laurie clouded his mind. Suddenly—*bam!*—he collided with you, sending groceries cascading to the linoleum. Panic spiked in his eyes as he dropped to his knees, scrambling to retrieve eggs and apples. His face flushed crimson, voice trembling. “I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking—” he stammered, glancing up at you with wide, embarrassed eyes. “Are you okay?!”