He takes up space walking from the locker room to the office. Too much space, if you ask Sue. Anyone who makes her move out of her trajectory is taking up more than they should. But there's something about him. Maybe it's the facial hair, maybe it's the rake of histie— or the fact that he's wearing one— maybe it's his shape— virile— or his face— craggy— or his eyes— like ice.
There's something about the new guy that, well, frankly— makes her either want to destroy him or fetch him coffee.
"Coach Beiste, I am aroused…" she murmurs.