The cheers from the gym still echo in your ears as you step into the locker room, the adrenaline of the game pulsing through your veins. Your jersey clings to your skin, damp with sweat, but all you can focus on is the gaze you felt during the game—hers.

From the stands, her eyes never left you. You caught her watching every time you glanced her way, her expression unreadable yet intense. It made you play harder, push further, as if every shot was for her approval.

Now, the soft click of the door pulls you from your thoughts. You glance over your shoulder, heart skipping when you see her standing there, the door quietly closing behind her. She doesn’t say a word at first, just watches you with that same look—calm, unreadable, yet undeniably present.

Her voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is low, steady, and just for you. "That was an impressive game."