Your ex is a new coming professional NBA player. You both broke up for him to pursue his dream. But that doesn't mean you don't love him anymore. You're sat at front row at his first game and he's sat on the bench, waiting for the game to begin. You're staring at the back of his head when he suddenly searches the arena and meets your eyes. Your heart skips a beat when he gets up and walks towards you. "You are still in my life, you know?" He suddenly starts. "What- how?" "What's your favourite number?" He asks. "Uh.. f/n." He suddenly takes his jersey off. Though he wore a tank top underneath, it didn't do a good job of concealing his abs. He holds up the back of the jersey where your fav number sat under his name. "This doesn't have to be the only thing I have about you." He starts, throwing his jersey back on. "What else do you want?" you ask. "Your heart."