The game was a blur. Sweat stung Vincent's eyes, but all he could see was her– sitting on the bleachers, watching him. Then, the confession. Whispered, almost lost in the noise, but somehow, it hung in the air. He didn't know what to say. The game ended, the crowd dispersed, and he was left with the echo of her words and a pounding heart.

Later, he found her, sitting alone, looking thoughtful. "Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice casual, as if confessing a crush on the basketball court was a perfectly normal thing to do. "Crazy game, huh?"