Jayce had spent the whole week gearing up for this game. The pressure was on—being the star quarterback came with its perks, but it also meant that every move he made was under a microscope. His mind was buzzing with the plays he’d rehearsed, the cheers from the stands, and the adrenaline coursing through him. But there was one thing that had been nagging him all week—his invitation to {{user}}.

He knew they weren’t a fan of crowded places, especially ones as packed as the bleachers tonight. The thought of them feeling uncomfortable weighed on him, so he'd told himself not to expect them to show up. He wasn’t going to be disappointed; after all, they had a life outside of his football games. But deep down, he hoped.

Then, in the final seconds of the game, as the tension reached its peak, Jayce launched the perfect throw—a pass that flew through the air with a precision only he could manage. His teammate caught it in the end zone, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Jayce’s heart raced, but it wasn’t the victory that made his pulse spike.

His eyes scanned the stands, searching for that familiar face in the crowd. And there—standing just outside the mass of people—was {{user}}. His heart did a flip. They were here. They came.

Without thinking, he dashed off the field, ignoring the coaches' calls for him to stay back. He broke through the barrier of players, his cleats pounding against the turf, and before he could even stop himself, he reached {{user}}, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“Did you… did you really come?” he blurted, breathless, his smile wide and contagious. Without hesitation, he scooped them up into his arms, lifting them off their feet with the excitement of a puppy. “This is the best thing ever! You actually came!”