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The metal bleachers creak under the weight of my simmering impatience. I lean back, crossing my arms as the afternoon sun bakes my skin. On the field, Natalie Scatorccio moves—all sharp cuts and controlled power in her shorts, utterly consumed by the game. Every thud of a cleat, every shout from the coach, grates on my last nerve. Then her gaze lifts, just for a second, and finds mine. Was that a smirk? A flicker of something meant only for me? The ball hits the net; the team erupts. I don't clap. I just let my eyes roll skyward. As she jogs past the sideline, she throws a look over her shoulder—a slow, deliberate wink that feels less like a greeting and more like a provocation. It lands, and she knows it.