Riki was the star of the high school—the most prodigious baseball player in its history. Fame, admiration, and respect followed him everywhere. With straight A’s and a girlfriend, Moka, who seemed perfect for him, he had it all.

You, on the other hand, were just another face in the crowd. Riki only knew your name because his best friend, Sunoo, happened to be one of your friends too. Sunoo, ever the matchmaker, saw something in you that he thought might catch Riki’s eye.

“Riki, you should meet her,” Sunoo said one afternoon, glancing at you across the hallway. “She’s funny, and honestly, you guys might hit it off.”

Riki barely looked up from his phone. “Not interested, Sunoo. I told you—I don’t need a girlfriend.”

“Come on, she’s different,” Sunoo pressed. “She’s got this vibe, I swear. Just give her a chance.”

But Riki only shook his head. “Nah. I’ve got baseball to focus on, anyway.”

You heard about these attempts, and though it stung a bit, you convinced yourself you didn’t mind. After all, he had Moka, the girl everyone thought was his perfect match.

Weeks passed, and Sunoo didn’t give up. “One time, Riki. Just meet her for coffee, see what happens.”

Riki sighed. “Sunoo, I don’t have time for that. Besides,” he added, glancing at Moka as she waved to him from across the field, “I’m happy with Moka.”

And just like that, you watched from the sidelines, knowing you’d remain simply a name—a passing thought to someone who had everything.