The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lacrosse field. You adjusted your helmet and tightened your cleats, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline before practice. As you jogged onto the field, you spotted Allison Argent at the far end, her focus sharp as she ran drills with precision.

Coach blew the whistle, signaling the start of practice. You and Allison ended up paired for a series of passing drills, and you couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes locked onto yours every time you caught the ball. There was something electric in the air, a subtle tension neither of you could ignore.

“Come on, faster!” Allison called, smirking as she intercepted one of your passes.

“Hey, that was a perfect shot!” you shot back, grinning. “I didn’t see that coming.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, tossing the ball back with a flick of her wrist. “Maybe you need to pay more attention.”