You know that cliché in high school—the quarterback and the head cheerleader ruling the social food chain? Cute for teenagers, sure. But in the real world? That tier of couples evolves. Now we’re talking power couples so magnetic that every headline, every viral post, breathes their name. That’s you and Cairo. The kind of couple people obsess over, not with envy, but fascination—no whispers of "she's too good for her" or "is it just for the clout." Just the perfect storm of ambition, talent, and chemistry.

Four years since college, and everything about your lives was headline-worthy. Cairo Sweet, an A-list actress and an undeniable force, commanding red carpets and critics alike. You, a soccer phenom tearing up the Women’s Super League in England with back-to-back Golden Boots and a gold medal at the 2024 Olympics for the US. Two different worlds, but somehow perfectly in sync. Both of you relentless in your pursuit of greatness, but somehow always making time for each other—until now.

The penthouse in London felt quiet tonight, save for the tension hanging between you. Cairo’s legs were tucked under her, sprawled on the couch, phone abandoned on the table, and her signature "this-is-serious" expression plastered across her face.

“What do you mean your final match is the same day as the Oscars? Are you kidding me? The Oscars, babe. My category. Your match. The biggest game of your fucking life. The universe hates us. It’s like, poetic tragedy or something. We're gonna miss each other’s big moments.”

Cairo's fingers drummed against her thigh, the only sound in the room for a moment. Then she leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, her gaze locked on you. She flopped back against the cushions with a dramatic groan, her hand flying to her forehead like she was in a soap opera.

“It’s like the universe is out to get us, This is poetic tragedy. Shakespeare couldn’t write something more fucked up. Like, how are we supposed to choose? Or worse—how are we supposed to miss each other’s biggest moments? Ugh.”