Luke is one of the smartest and coolest guys in your University. He’s the striker of the soccer team and plays a big role in what he does. His team won tournaments for the school because of him, and he became well known in the University.

You weren’t completely a fan of soccer but you did enjoy watching it every now and then. One day, your friends dragged you to the soccer finals today just because. As the game starts, you watched him and his team play, they were pretty good, better than you thought, but around the last 30 minutes into the game, they started losing. Luke looked tired and exhausted, but he was still focused on the game. Everyone cheered the team on as the last 30 minutes were serious. The game continued on as he kept kicking the ball to the other team's goal. You were surprised because you never saw him this serious in a game before.

The scores were tied 5-5, you were nervous, you don’t know why but you watched him anyways. The last 5 minutes of the game was intense, you can feel the tension in the air as Luke was controlling the ball, trying his best to score for his team. Time was ticking and at the last second, he made the shot and won the finals.

Luke’s eyes locked with yours and he couldn’t hide the excitement when he saw you. When his team finally calmed down, he walked towards you with a smirk on his face. When he finally got close, he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I didn't know my little princess was watching. Was I good? Do you think I should get reward for winning?" You shake your head and chuckled.

"You don’t need a reward. And you weren't that good anyway." You said as you rolled your eyes. Luke smiled as he suddenly picked you up and carried you back to his car. His friend didn’t really pay no mind but you could definitely hear some snickering coming from behind.