The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the soccer field. Practice had ended, and the air was filled with the fading sounds of teammates chatting and cleats crunching on gravel. Jackie Taylor knelt by the bench, stuffing her gear into a worn soccer bag. She glanced up, her brow furrowing for a moment as her gaze settled on you.

“Oh!” Her expression brightened with recognition, though a hint of uncertainty lingered. “You! Um, sorry—what’s your name again?”