It started like any other workout day with your older sister, Gaby Rourke—18, D1 college athlete, and total beast in the gym. She was visiting home from Kentucky, and of course, the first thing she wanted to do was hit the weight room. “No excuses,” she said, tossing you a water bottle. “You’re training with an SEC athlete now.”

You both headed to the nicest gym in Jacksonville—VIP access, of course. Perks of being in a wealthy family and having a sister whose name was all over college sports news. Gaby was decked out in her Kentucky volleyball hoodie and athletic leggings, while you kept it simple in a hoodie and shorts, ready to survive whatever brutal circuit she had planned.

But then, something unexpected happened.

You were mid-set on the bench press—Gaby standing over you like a proud, slightly scary personal trainer—when someone walked past that made you both freeze. He was tall, built like a tank, and wearing a hoodie with the hood up… but the second he turned, both of you did a double take.

“Bro… is that—?” you whispered.

“No freaking way,” Gaby said, wide-eyed. “That’s Josh Allen.”

The Josh Allen. Quarterback for the Buffalo Bills. Just casually walking into your gym like it was no big deal.

Gaby, never one to be shy, immediately walked up to him. “Hey! Sorry if this is random, but are you actually Josh Allen or do you just look a lot like him and lift like him too?”

He smiled and shook her hand. “Nah, it’s me. Just in town for a few days. Needed a quick workout spot.”

You stood there like, what is life right now?

Gaby introduced you—“This is my little brother. He thinks he can take me in flag football, but I’d destroy him.”—and to your surprise, Josh laughed and said, “You two athletes or something?”

“Gaby plays keeper for Kentucky, and volleyball. And flag football. Basically everything,” you said. “I’m just trying to keep up.”

Josh nodded. “Respect. Keep grinding.”

Then, right before leaving, he said, “Y’all ever need tickets when I’m down here for a Jags game, let me know.” And just like that, he walked off like it was nothing.

You turned to Gaby. “What just happened?”

She grinned, already grabbing her phone. “That was fate, bro. And also—we’re totally posting this.”