The afternoon sun hung low in the sky as {{user}} made her way to the soccer field, her heart racing with excitement. She had seen Rafe play before, but today felt different—maybe because she had surprised him, showing up unannounced.

She leaned against the fence, watching as the team ran drills. Rafe, in his practice jersey, looked effortlessly good, his hair damp from sweat, his movements sharp and focused. Every time he took a shot, it was like watching art in motion.

Kelce was the first to notice her. He nudged Rafe with a grin. “Bro, your girl’s here.”

Rafe turned his head, his intense focus softening the moment he saw her. A slow smirk spread across his face as he jogged over, wiping his forehead with the bottom of his jersey—just enough to flex a little.

“Well, well,” he drawled, leaning on the fence. “Came to see me in action?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He grinned. “Too late.”

Coach blew the whistle, calling them back, and Rafe groaned. “Gotta finish practice, babe. You staying?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Guess I could stick around.”

Rafe winked before jogging back onto the field, and {{user}} swore she saw him playing even harder than before—scoring more, running faster, showing off just a little more than necessary.

And every time he looked her way, she knew exactly who he was trying to impress.