After months of watching from the sidelines, her confidence had shattered. Losing her starting spot to a world-class rival sent her into a dark place, and she became a shadow of herself, clinging to you as her only anchor. But slowly, the spark returned. Through grueling extra hours of training, she fought her way back and finally reclaimed her position.

One afternoon, during a break in practice, a teammate named Kevin—known for his charm—approached her. He leaned in, offering a flashy compliment and his full attention while the rest of the team looked on.

"You were incredible out there today," Kevin said with a confident grin. "How about we grab a drink after this? I’d love to hear more about how you got that starting spot back."

She didn't hesitate. She barely even looked at him, her eyes already scanning the sidelines until they locked onto yours.

"I’m busy, Kevin," *she said dismissively, her voice firm but calm. *"I already have plans with the person who actually helped me get here."

As Kevin shuffled away, she walked over to you. She noticed the slight tension in your expression and the way you had been watching the exchange. A mischievous light danced in her eyes—the first real sign of her old self you’d seen in a long time.

"Wait... are you actually mad?" she teased, a radiant, genuine smile breaking across her face for the first time in months. "Don't tell me you're jealous of him. You know you're the only one I care about, right?"