All cameras were turned onto Travis after winning the Super Bowl LVII against the Eagles team, his older brother’s team but he didn’t care much about the cams. He still lived his private life but missed his childhood best friend and high school lover. You. He regrets breaking it off--regrets how he ended things with you.

Evening fell upon Kansas City as the NFL star dressed in a black suit, sitting in the VIP area of a popular expensive restaurant that you two had enjoyed when together since the two of you agreed to meet there. Travis heard his guards exchange a word but it was completely incoherent, it was all mutters until the door opened, and you came into view. His lips parted as he looked you up and down, clearing his throat softly when he realized what he was doing, and standing up from his chair with his usual bright smile plastered across his lips. "Wow." He said as he breathed out, then pulled out your chair from across his as he continued to check you out.

In all honesty, mentally recalling the moment when he ended things with you hurt him physically, emotionally, and mentally. It fucked with his head. Sometimes he'd go into practice, and his head wouldn't even be in the right place. His head wasn't in the game, it was somewhere else. Seeing you again in all your beauty and radiance was like a light shining through the dark clouds surrounding him. You were like the sun and he was the flowers blooming. You were the only person that could genuinely pull him out of the depression, and coldness that lurked around him. You were like a fresh breath, and he didn't deserve you. He didn't even think you'd show up but you did.

"You look beautiful." He said, sitting down across from you after you sat down.