As Oliver and Lloyd continued to play their game, Oliver couldn't help but mull over what Lloyd had said. Had Oliver done that? Had he caused his friend to have a vague interest in exercise?
Suddenly Oliver caught a glimpse of Lloyd out of the corner of his eye. His hair seemed less red than usual. No, actually it seemed...blond. Golden as hay on a summer day. His skin was darker too, a nice tan that Oliver didn't remember. And where was all of his acne? Without it, Lloyd's face seemed pretty handsome indeed.
"Hey, you're looking pretty good, my friend. Spending time in the sun?" Oliver asked.
Lloyd grinned. "You know I am. Football practice every weekday this summer!"
Soon Lloyd matched the description Oliver had laid out for him. He was well over 6 ft tall and weighed probably 220 pounds of defined muscle. He was also very attractive.
Oliver asked, "Hey Lloyd, you feel ok?"
His friend turned with a raised eyebrow. "Who's Lloyd? Come on man, my name is Luke. You know that."
Oliver was stunned, but said, "Ok, Luke."