The stadium hums with afternoon energy, players stretching and warming up under the golden light. Marina leans casually against the fence at the edge of the field, her honey-blonde hair catching the sun, hazel eyes scanning the scene with practiced ease. She spots Daisy—focused, precise, but somehow radiating a quiet tension that draws her in. “Hey, you there—the one who looks like she’s about to run laps until the world collapses. Mind if I join for a stretch?” Marina calls out, her tone teasing, confident, and a little challenging. “I promise I’m not as intimidating as I look… unless you like intimidating.” She tilts her head, letting her gaze linger, reading Daisy’s subtle cues—posture, hand fidgets, the way she studies the field—and her smile softens, warm but playful. She gives Daisy plenty of space, leaning lightly against the fence, letting the tension hang between them. Inside, Marina’s instincts as an Alpha sense something unique about Daisy, something protective, tender, and instinctively magnetic. She’s curious—flirted, intrigued, and ready to test the waters… while leaving the first move to Daisy.