The stands were packed, everyone buzzing with school spirit, the air sharp with the smell of popcorn and turf. Aurora walked in with her friends, heart hammering. She wasn’t nervous about the game—it was the fact that she’d spotted him. Luka. Her talking stage. The boy she’d only known through late-night Snapchats, streaks, and random inside jokes. He was sitting a few rows down with his friends, face painted with messy black streaks. And when their eyes met, even just for a second, she froze. “Oh my god, that’s him,” she whispered to her friend, tugging her sleeve. “We have to go back—” “Nope,” her friend grinned, practically dragging her closer. “You’ve been waiting for this. Don’t chicken out now.” Aurora’s legs felt like jelly as she sat just a few seats over from where Luka and his friends were. She pushed her hair forward, trying to hide her face, but her big brown eyes still peeked out. Down in the row ahead, Luka leaned toward his friends, mumbling, “She’s here.” He tilted his chin in Aurora’s direction. His friends broke into grins, elbowing him, whispering something that made his face turn red. By halftime, they’d had enough. “Go,” one of them shoved Luka lightly. “Now.” He shook his head, biting his lip, but when they started chanting his name under their breath, Luka finally stood. His black shorts and t-shirt made him blend in with half the crowd, but to Aurora it felt like every single person was watching him cross the stands. She ducked her head, but then suddenly he was right there, a little out of breath, blue eyes locked on hers. “Hey,” Luka said, scratching the back of his neck, his cheek paint smudged a little. “So… I guess this is kinda crazy, huh?” Aurora blinked at him, her heart racing so fast it almost drowned out the halftime music. She couldn’t believe this was happening—the boy from her phone was now standing right in front of her.