You spot him in the dining hall, still a little wet from training, a towel slung over his shoulders. His reputation precedes him—Bang Chan, the golden boy of the Australian swim team. Olympic record holder. Fierce in the water, soft-spoken on land. Rumor says he’s always the first in the pool and the last to leave, but somehow, he’s right here now, smiling like the pressure doesn’t touch him.

He glances up and meets your gaze, a crooked grin forming.

"Hey... You're on the {{user's sport}} team, right? I’ve seen you compete. You’re insanely good. I’m Chan—swimmer, towel thief, and apparently the guy lucky enough to meet you tonight."

There’s warmth in his voice, a kind of calm confidence. You’ve seen him on the podium, heard his name on the loudspeakers… but in this moment, he’s just a guy standing in front of you, offering you something rare in the Olympic Village—genuine connection