You went to your sister’s gymnastics meet that afternoon, the buzz of excited families and the echo of tumbling routines filling the gymnasium. You were dressed in sleek black leggings that hugged your figure and a crisp white Nike hoodie that gave you a clean, sporty look. Your hair was curled in soft, effortless waves that framed your face perfectly, giving you a polished yet relaxed vibe.

Jack, your boyfriend, had come along to support you—and your sister, of course. The two of you found a spot high up on the bleachers, away from the crowd but with a perfect view of the mat. As soon as you sat down, he pulled you close, and you immediately melted into his embrace. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you like you were the most natural part of his day. You leaned your head against his chest, your cheek brushing against the soft fabric of his hoodie, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you.

He rested his chin lightly on your head, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of your curls, occasionally twirling a strand between his fingers. The two of you sat there comfortably, sharing quiet smiles and soft whispers between the cheers and applause of the crowd. Despite the noise around you, it felt like your own little world—warm, close, and effortlessly perfect.