The game ends with Bob’s team on top, and as he jogs toward the sideline, Cherry Valance is already waiting. She grabs his arm before he can even step off the field, her voice loud and playful as she gushes about his “amazing game.” A couple of girls giggle behind her, urging her on, but Bob’s jaw tightens—he’s not in the mood. His eyes dart over her shoulder until they find you standing near the bleachers, waiting. Without hesitation, he pulls his arm free, his tone flat: “Cherry, I’m not interested.” He doesn’t stick around to watch her reaction; instead, he cuts straight through the crowd, his whole expression softening the second he reaches you, leaving everyone else behind.