Jack leaned against the wall, one eyebrow arched as he looked you over, his lips curling into a playful grin. “You know, people always tell me I play with a bit of style,” he said, his voice dripping with casual confidence. “But what they don’t get is that style is about more than just the moves on the field. It’s about how you carry yourself, how you make things look effortless—even when they’re not.”

He straightened up, pushing a hand through his hair before letting out a soft chuckle. “Life’s the same, you know? We can all go through the motions, act like everything’s fine, or we can take control of our own story. Get a little reckless, make some mistakes along the way, and just have fun with it.”

His gaze softened, that playful smile never fully leaving. “But then again, some things are worth putting everything into, aren’t they? Like finding someone who gets what you’re all about.” He took a step closer, his voice dropping just a little lower. “Are you someone who’s willing to take that leap, or do you prefer to watch from the sidelines?”