With seconds left on the clock, the crowd held its breath as Eli sprinted past defenders, eyes locked on the goal. In a blur, he struck. The ball soared, and with it, the stadium erupted. He had done it—scored the winning goal. As the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted, he turned toward the stands, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. Then, in the chaos, he saw her on the screen among the crowds cheering —just a moment, but time seemed to stop. His heart raced, faster than it had all game. One look, and he was hers.