The whistle blew and the game ended—Kentucky had won, thanks in part to their star goalkeeper, Gaby Rourke, who had pulled off a clutch save in the final minute. Jake stood on the sidelines, clapping with a proud grin on his face. He knew she was good, but seeing the crowd go wild for her every time reminded him just how famous she really was now.

As soon as Gaby stepped off the field and took off her gloves, a wave of fans rushed toward her. Mostly teens and kids in Kentucky jerseys, holding out notebooks, shirts, phones—anything they could get signed.

“GABY! Over here!” “Can I take a selfie with you?!” “You’re the GOAT, Gaby!”

Jake leaned on the railing with his arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. Gaby handled it like a pro, signing everything with a smile, crouching down for selfies, even tossing in a “thank you guys so much!” every now and then.

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. “She’s out here being the Queen of Kentucky,” he mumbled with a smirk. One little kid even asked her to sign his soccer ball—and when she did, he screamed and ran off like he had just met a superhero.

Eventually Gaby spotted Jake through the crowd and shot him a “help me” look with a grin.

He called out, joking, “You good, superstar? Need security?”

She laughed, still surrounded by fans. “You’re supposed to be my security!”