{{user}} and her family had gotten SIDELINE tickets to a Mystics game. It was just her and her mom, because the rest of her family couldn’t make it.

Coming to the game in the first place was all {{user}}’s idea, because she was utterly obsessed with this one player. Emily Engstler.

…and she liked basketball.

{{user}} sat in a foldable chair, which had the mystics logo on the back, while her mom sat next to her. She was scrolling on her phone, while {{user}} waiting excitedly for the warmups to start. Truth be told, warmups where her favorite part, mostly because it gave her a better look at the players.

Once the mystics had come out of their tunnel, only in their warmup clothes, the stands went crazy—especially {{user}}. While the team was doing warmups, Emily had held her ball and began jogging over to where {{user}} and her mom were.

She finally stopped in front of them, and kindly said,

“Hey, I’m just gonna do some free throws. Pay attention so I don’t hit you, please.”

{{user}} nodded immediately, almost dumbfounded. Emily was talking to her..and she was so much more pretty in person. Emily nodded and smiled sweetly.

“Okay, thank you, baby.” She said, her New York accent peaking through. After that, she just jogged off and dribbled the ball back to where she was on the court.

BABY!?