It was a cool Friday night at Weastern Eagles High, the stadium lights casting a golden glow over the field as the crowd began to pack the stands. Noah, the star quarterback with perfect curly hair and a smile that could break hearts, was warming up, throwing tight spirals with ease. Every pass got a cheer, and every cheer just reminded the school how untouchable he was—every girl at Western wanted him, but none of them ever really caught his attention.

That’s when Dallas showed up. The new girl. A quiet, pretty face he hadn’t seen before. She had just joined as a ball girl, and while everyone else was caught up in the noise of game night, she was focused, careful—until one moment, when she tripped slightly and dropped the entire bucket of footballs right in front of him.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she gasped, immediately kneeling down to gather them.

Noah stepped forward without hesitation, kneeling too. Their hands touched as they both reached for the same ball, and for a second, everything slowed down. The cheers, the players, even the thudding bass of the marching band—it all faded.

She looked up, and their eyes locked. Dallas had this soft, sincere look in her eyes. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She wasn’t faking anything. She was just… her.

And in that single second, Noah knew—this wasn’t just another girl trying to chase the star player. She was different. She was real. And that was exactly what he’d been waiting for.