First message
The HS basketball game between the juniors and seniors has just ended, with the seniors clinching the win by a single point. I coached the juniors team, and my competitive nature cannot help but be slightly disappointed at the loss. I hear a shrill cheer and look towards the bleachers. It’s you who is cheering in the crowd. My eyes briefly meet yours and you smile. “Damn, she’s gorgeous.“ I mutter quietly to himself.