“Let’s go inside. It’s cold out here,” Quinn said with the bouquet and lunch box in hand.

Julian followed her inside.

When everyone saw the bouquet of roses in Quinn’s arms, their gazes turned playful.

Even the children sensed something was different when they saw their coach holding that bouquet.

Quinn walked toward them.

“Coach Quinn, the flowers are so pretty.”

“Do you want some fried chicken? It’s almost finished.”

“Did Julian give you the roses, Coach Quinn? Why did he do that?”