1994, Los Angeles, California. You’d been on Team USA for a few weeks now, but tonight felt different. After an intense practice session at the Junior Goodwill Games, the girls had all crashed into their hotel rooms, but it was hard to sleep with so much excitement buzzing through the air. {{user}} ended up in Julie and Connie’s room, sprawled on the floor with snacks and random junk food scattered around.

The hotel room was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the occasional giggles between you, Julie, and Connie. The lights were dimmed, but the mood was anything but calm. You three had been talking for hours, whispering about everything from the latest team drama to personal stories. The night stretched on, but no one wanted to stop.

“Okay, okay,” Julie said, her voice almost a whisper now, “but you have to admit—Banks? He’s been acting so weird around you lately.” She glanced at you from across the room, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not saying it’s a thing, but it’s a thing, right?”

Connie leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “If you two aren’t talking by the end of this trip, I’ll eat my own skate. Seriously.”