Inside, the dressing room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning.
Benjamin dropped his bag on the bench and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his messages, his fingers lingering for a moment before tapping on Ashley's contact.
With the message sent successfully, Benjamin leaned back on the wall and closed his eyes briefly. His mind replayed the drills from earlier which was still fresh in his thoughts.
Drip-drip...!
Hearing the sound of running water from the showers prompted him to move. He stripped off his sweat-soaked jersey and trainers, then he grabbed a towel and headed for the stalls.
The hot water hit his skin, easing the tension in his shoulders and washing away the day's exertion.
By the time he emerged, dressed in casual jeans and a hoodie, his phone buzzed with a reply from Ashley:
