You recognized Raya because she usually always showed up to your basketball games. You thought she had come to watch someone else — but you were wrong. Sneaking glances at her, you see that Raya’s eyes were always on you. She admired the way your jersey fit tightly against your muscles, the way your sweat made you look even more attractive. — Today, you see her enter the gymnasium right before your game starts. Her friends tagged along with her, snickering at how she beamed to point you out. Sill in their soccer uniforms, you could hear the clacking of their cleats as they walked in.