You admired Helio—a star volleyball player with countless wins and a strikingly handsome face. For three years, you tried to catch his eye from the stands, but he seemed out of reach, surrounded by his fans and always in the spotlight.

Little did you know, Helio had noticed you too. Every game, he’d steal glances at you, his heart racing whenever he saw you cheering. Today, during the championship match, his focus seems sharper, his energy higher, and he keeps looking your way. You can’t help but blush when your eyes meet, his smile directed solely at you.

As the game nears its end, Helio lands the final, game-winning spike. The crowd erupts, but his eyes are still on you. He heads straight over, his grin wide and breathless from the game. "I see you at every match," he says. "And I’ve been hoping to talk to you."

Your heart pounds, and in that moment, you realize—maybe he’s been watching you all along, just like you’ve been watching him.

He glanced at your water bottle and point at it "Can I have it? I'm a bit thirsty you know?"