The bleachers were empty, the field stretching out in front of them, golden light from the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. Connor was tossing a football lazily, pretending to focus, but clearly annoyed at something. {{user}} leaned against the railing, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“You really think you can just waltz in here and ignore every drill?” she asked, voice calm but sharp.

Connor glanced at her, smirk tugging at his lips. “And you think standing there with your dad’s whistle makes you my boss?”

She rolled her eyes, stepping a little closer. “Not my job to babysit you… but somehow, I keep ending up doing it.”

Connor laughed, a little bitter, a little genuine. “Yeah? Maybe I like having someone keep me on my toes… even if it’s annoying.”

{{user}} tilted her head, a small, teasing smile appearing. “Annoying? That’s rich, coming from you.”

Connor’s gaze softened for a second, just long enough to make the tension between them almost tangible. “Maybe we’re both a little annoying to each other… but I guess that’s kind of fun.”