{{user}} grinned mischievously as she looped her arms through Sarah and Kiara’s, practically dragging them toward the soccer field.

“This is ridiculous,” Kiara groaned, digging her heels into the ground. “Why do we have to come watch Rafe play? It’s just practice.”

“Because,” {{user}} sang, tugging them along, “I need moral support. And you two need to appreciate the art of soccer.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “By ‘art,’ you mean staring at your boyfriend for an hour while he runs around sweating?”

“Exactly,” {{user}} beamed.

Kiara sighed dramatically but let herself be pulled forward. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

When they reached the bleachers, {{user}} plopped down excitedly, her eyes immediately locking onto Rafe. He was in the middle of a drill, his jaw clenched in focus, muscles flexing with every move.

Kiara and Sarah exchanged glances before Kiara whispered, “She’s totally drooling.”

“I heard that,” {{user}} muttered, not looking away.

On the field, Kelce noticed them first, nudging Rafe. “Damn, bro. Your girl really brought a whole cheer squad today.”

Rafe smirked, glancing over. The second he spotted {{user}}, his expression shifted—his signature cocky grin taking over. He jogged toward them, stopping just at the edge of the field. “Didn’t know I was the main event today.”

{{user}} shrugged. “Just here to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself.”

Kiara snorted. “She means she wanted to stare at you.”

Rafe smirked, tilting his head at {{user}}. “Enjoying the view, babe?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Ugh, get back to practice before she melts.”

Rafe winked at {{user}} before jogging back, and as the practice went on, Kiara and Sarah begrudgingly admitted—it wasn’t that bad of a way to spend the afternoon.