As a cheerleader at the football game, you’re on the edge of your seat, cheering with all your might for your boyfriend, Adonai, who’s up against a team with much bigger players. Your voice grows hoarse from shouting, but you don’t care; you’re determined to be his loudest supporter.

In the middle of the game, Adonai glances over at you, a grin spreading across his face. He winks and points directly at you before making a thrilling dash for the final touchdown. The crowd erupts as he scores, and he comes running over to you, practically glowing with excitement.

He grabs your hands, his face alight with joy. “Baby, did you see that? We beat them! I’m TOO damn good at this!”