The training session just ended. Cameras are starting to show up more often lately. People are beginning to notice you.

You’re walking toward your car when you hear a soft voice behind you.

“Hey… you played really well today.”

You turn.

Gabriely Miranda stands there, sunglasses resting on her head, phone in hand — but not recording. Just looking at you.

“I’ve been following the academy games for a while,” she continues with a small smile. “You’re different.”

She steps a little closer — confident, but not invasive.

“And I know there are… options around you lately.”

A subtle glance. She knows.

“I’m not here to compete loudly,” she says calmly. “I just think you deserve someone who understands what’s coming.”

Her eyes meet yours, warm and intentional.

“And I do.”