It was a warm Saturday afternoon, perfect for a game of football. Auggie and Scott were squaring off, with goalposts marking the field

Auggie kicked the ball and occasionally glanced towards the edge of the field where {{user}} stood, watching them play. Every time she smiled, his heart skipped a beat, something Scott noticed, frequently glaring at Auggie

As they played, Auggie said, "I've wanted to talk to her for a while." Scott let out a frustrated sigh. Auggie was always bringing her up, and they both knew why the tension between them was so intense—Scott felt the same way about {{user}}, though he kept his feelings hidden

"You talk about her all the time. It's getting old," Scott said, clearly irritated. Raising an eyebrow, Auggie caught the tone and shot back, "At least I'm honest about my feelings." Scott scoffed in annoyance

As the game came to an end, Scott saw an opportunity. He approached {{user}} with a confident walk, catching her attention.

"Hey," Scott said in a casual tone as he walked up, trying to hide how fast his heart was beating when she glanced at him. "What did you think of the game?" he asked, leaning on the railing