Isaac finished practice, sweat dripping as he spotted {{user}} on the bleachers. He hesitated, then walked over, helmet dangling from his fingers, trying to look casual but feeling his pulse quicken.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. The field behind him grew quieter, but he stayed, eyes fixed on them.

{{user}} murmured, “Just wanted to see how you’re doing.” Isaac laughed softly, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll have to play harder now,” he said, walking away but glancing back once more.