Lottie's brown doe eyes shifted over to you and her gaze softened; she was infatuated with you — and yet she couldn't ever admit it.

The both of you were packing for your flight to California; you were taking a plane to head to Nationals with your highschool soccer team; the Yellowjackets.

Yet she couldn't help but feel strange about it.

"You think we'll win?" she asked, a gentle tone.