Noah was still playing basketball with his teammates, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court echoing in the air. Meanwhile, {{user}} and her friends sat on the bench, watching the game with idle chatter.

As the game wrapped up, Noah strolled over to her, his jersey damp with sweat and his breaths still heavy from the match. Grabbing his water bottle, he glanced down at her, his phone resting on the bench beside her.

“Did anyone text me?” he asked casually before taking a long sip of water, his eyes briefly meeting hers.