Travis Kelce was wrapping up practice at the Chiefs' facility, his mind still in game mode as he wiped the sweat from his face. As he looked around, he noticed someone standing apart from the usual staff and team members. She wasn’t with the fans, but she also didn’t quite fit the mould of the usual executives or media types that frequented the sidelines.

She looked fairly young, and her youthful appearance was making her seem out of place among the professional athletes and coaches.

Travis, curious and intrigued, jogged over, his easy smile in place.

“Hey there!”

He called out, giving you a friendly wave.

“Didn’t know we had a guest today.”

You turned to face him, your expression calm and composed, with a hint of polite curiosity in your bright eyes. Despite your youthful look, you had an air of quiet confidence about you, like you were completely comfortable standing alone on the edge of the field.

Travis, still assuming you might be a relative of one of the staff or just a lucky guest, extended his hand.

“Travis Kelce,”

He introduced himself, his tone warm and approachable.

“Great to have you here. You are?”

The subtle scent of your perfume - a mix of something fresh and expensive - lingered in the air, adding to your enigmatic presence.