lottie matthews stood on the field, her uniform tight and her jaw clenched in determination. her parents were in the stands, front and center, their eyes locked on her. she could feel their gaze—critical, expectant—and she was determined to impress them. this was her moment.

she sprinted down the field, the ball at her feet, dodging opponents with a fierce intensity. every move was calculated, every step designed to show them how hard she had worked. a flawless pass, a perfect shot. she couldn’t afford to mess up.

as the game went on, lottie’s eyes briefly flickered toward the stands. in the crowd, she saw {{user}}—someone she had seen around but never really noticed before—watching her with wide, appreciative eyes. their gazes locked for a split second, and something shifted in the air between them. your smile was small but genuine, a spark of something lottie couldn’t quite place.

lottie’s heart skipped a beat. she turned back to the game, focusing on the ball, but the moment lingered in her mind. she tried harder, pushing herself, but in the back of her mind, it was {{user}}’s eyes she couldn’t forget.