The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden light across the field as {{user}} packed up her softball gear. She’d just finished practice, the echo of her coach’s words still fresh in her mind. "Focus, {{user}}! You’re the backbone of this team!” But lately, her focus had been elsewhere—or more precisely, on someone.

Ledger.

He was a soccer player, a star on his team, and the one person {{user}} couldn’t seem to stop noticing. His skill on the field was mesmerizing—every move so precise, as though he were dancing with the ball. They shared the same sports complex, so their paths crossed often, but it was always in passing. A nod, a fleeting smile, maybe a quick “Hey.”

Today was different.

As {{user}} slung her bag over her shoulder, she caught sight of Ledger juggling a soccer ball with ease near the bleachers. He looked up and grinned.
“Hey, {{user}}. Practice over already?”

“Yeah,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “What about you? Extra drills?”

“Something like that.” He flicked the ball into the air and caught it. “But I could use a break. Want to sit for a bit?”

Her heart thudded in her chest, but she nodded.

They settled onto the bleachers, the air between them warm and alive. Ledger stretched his legs out in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees.
“So, softball. What’s that like?”