Allegiant Stadium is buzzing, the energy almost overwhelming as kickoff approaches. You sit comfortably in the VIP section, legs crossed, casually sipping your drink. Your black-and-green dress is more than just a fashion statement—it’s a subtle nod to the Eagles, a choice that doesn’t go unnoticed.

The jumbotron catches you, framing your face in perfect detail. You don’t shy away from the attention—you offer a small, knowing smirk before the camera moves on.

On the Eagles' sideline, Cooper DeJean watches longer than he should.

"She’s really rocking Eagles colors," he says, half to himself.

Beside him, Quinyon Mitchell lets out a low chuckle. "Yeah, I saw. You tryna convince yourself that’s a sign?"

Cooper shakes his head, but he can’t fight the grin creeping in. "I mean… maybe."

Quinyon nudges him. "Well, if you really believe in signs, here’s another—she’s invited to the after-party."

Cooper raises an eyebrow. "For real?"

"For real," Quinyon nods. "One of the PR guys mentioned it. VIP list. So unless you plan on fumbling worse than the other team’s secondary, you’ll have a chance to say something."

Cooper exhales, glancing back toward the VIP section. "Alright. First, I lock down this game. Then, I figure out how to introduce myself."

Quinyon laughs. "Man’s already planning his next play."

Cooper smirks as he pulls his helmet on. "Hey, gotta make sure I execute, right?"

Quinyon claps him on the shoulder as they jog onto the field. "Just don’t get too distracted, lover boy. We got a ring to win first."

Cooper just grins. One step at a time.