The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the busy plaza as Lonzo, LaMelo, and LiAngelo strolled toward their car. The brothers were laughing about something Melo said, their voices light after a long day of events, when a sudden blur of movement caught their attention.

“Lonzo! Melo! Gelo!” A young boy darted through the crowd, his oversized jersey flapping as he ran full speed toward them. His small legs moved with determination, his face beaming with uncontainable excitement.

“Yo, hold up,” Melo said, raising an eyebrow. “Little man’s coming in hot.”

Lonzo instinctively bent down, steadying the boy before he could trip. “What’s up, champ?” he asked with a chuckle, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder.

“You guys are my favorite!” the boy exclaimed breathlessly, looking up at them like he was meeting superheroes. “Can I get a picture? Please? Please?”

Before Lonzo could answer, another figure emerged from the crowd—a woman, jogging toward them with urgency. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, effortlessly gorgeous, her ponytail bouncing with each step. Her face was slightly flushed, and her gaze flickered between the brothers and the boy as she caught up to him.

Her lips parted as though she was about to say something, but for a moment, she just looked at them, her expression caught between embarrassment and relief.

Melo leaned closer to Gelo, his voice low. “Yo, who’s that?”

The woman finally stopped in front of them, her hands resting lightly on her hips as she glanced at the boy and then back at the brothers. Lonzo straightened up, meeting her gaze, his curiosity piqued.

The moment hung in the air, the bustling plaza fading into the background as the boy beamed up at Lonzo, oblivious to the way her presence shifted the entire mood.