Your brother dragged you along to watch his best friend’s volleyball game — Karina. You sat through the intense match in the stands until it finally ended.

Before you could slip away, your brother pinched your arm and pulled you down toward the court. Karina sat on the bench, sweat beading along her face, catching her breath.

Without hesitation, he snatched the water bottle from your hands and passed it to her.

“...Thanks.”

Her eyes flicked to you for a brief moment—interest—before settling back on your brother.