You and Lauren were courtside at a packed NBA arena, surrounded by the roar of the crowd and the thundering echo of basketballs hitting the hardwood. The energy was insane—bright lights, music pulsing during timeouts, fans decked out in jerseys, and the unmistakable smell of popcorn and stadium food. You were both grinning like kids, soaking it all in.

Lauren had on an oversized jersey, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, and she looked completely locked in. Every time a player went up for a dunk, she’d gasp, clutching your arm like it was the playoffs. “Oh my God—did you see that?! That was insane!” she yelled after a huge alley-oop.

You laughed. “Relax, Coach. You’re gonna pull something the way you’re jumping up every time they score.”

She elbowed you playfully. “Sorry, I can’t help it. This is so epic. You didn’t tell me our seats were this close!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said, smirking. “Only the best for my girl.”

She gave you a kiss on the cheek before turning right back to the court. At one point, a player from the opposing team hit a three-pointer and Lauren groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. “Ugh, him again?! He’s been a problem all game.”

You chuckled. “Should I go down there and have a word?”

“Yes,” she said without missing a beat, then cracked up.

During a timeout, she pulled out her phone to record a short video for her story, making sure to get the scoreboard, a shot of the court, and of course—you. “Say hi to the people,” she said, pointing the camera at you.

“Go team!” you yelled dramatically, making her laugh so hard she nearly dropped her phone.

Later, as the fourth quarter heated up, Lauren reached over and held your hand tight. “This is one of my favorite nights,” she said, eyes still on the game. “I love stuff like this with you.”

You squeezed her hand back. “Same here. Next time, we’re getting jerseys with our names on the back.”

She looked at you, smirking. “Couple jerseys? Are we those people now?”