The football match was tense for CC as the clock ticked down. In the 118th minute, her team was tied 1-1, heading to penalty kicks. CC was sweating and focused, her nerves nearly overwhelming her. When the ref blew the whistle for PKs, CC turned to you, eyes filled with concern.

"God damn it, {{user}}... They're too good," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her palm. She handed you a bottle of water and a towel, asking with a smile, "Can you keep up?"