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Present Time
Gameday

The ride to the stadium was chill. Before we left, Caitlin's stylist came over to her house to help her get ready for her tunnel walk. I got ready in the guest room, putting on a pair of jeans and Caitlin's #22 jersey-the one I bought before my flight here. Caitlin's face was a mix of surprise and happiness when she saw me wearing her jersey.

"Where did you get that from?" she asked with a big smile. "Looks good on you."

"I bought it online, it's probably not original," I said, doing a little spin to show her the back. "Maybe they wrote 'Clarke' or something," I joked.

"I could've given you one of my jerseys," she said as she inspected the one I was wearing. "It looks pretty legit to me, but either way, you're not leaving Indiana without one of my jerseys, are we clear?" she demanded in her signature cocky tone.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, taking a look at her outfit-classy and elegant but relaxed in a stylish way. "You do look good," I observed as she grinned.

"Yeah? Do I look hot, pretty, or attractive?" she shot back with a smirk.

Oh, I thought that conversation was non-existent.

"All three, actually," I didn't hesitate to answer quickly.

"But I have to look mainly one of those. I said that you were all three, but right now it's 'hot' overall," she checked me out while saying this.

"Yeah? Well, you might be matching my energy because this outfit is absolutely hot, you look incredibly pretty, and watching you win tonight is going to be so attractive," I said, and she looked at me surprised. "I think you look like a winner, above all."

"You always know what to say to make a girl blush," she cooed and grabbed her purse from the couch.

"It's the gentleman in me, you know?"

"Yeah, whatever you say, Romeo," Caitlin said before we made our way to her car to drive to the stadium.

Now I'm sitting in the stands, watching the Fever warm up. Not many people have arrived yet, so I just stood in the front rows to have a better view, but I'll get back to my seat when the game begins. Caitlin just came out of the locker room with her training suit and her signature ponytail. I look at her stretching, and when she notices me in the bleachers, she smiles and waves at me. I greet back, smiling because we were together just minutes ago. Caitlin grabs one of the balls remaining on the floor and, as she gets up, she points at me, then kisses the ball and proceeds to shoot from mid-court, making it right in. I cheer for her as she celebrates, and she does the one thing I wasn't ready for. Caitlin pressed a kiss on the palm of her hand and pretended to dunk it my way, shooting the kiss to me. Despite my surprise, I was quick enough to pretend to catch the kiss in my hand and kiss it back. She continued to warm up. I guess some things you never forget. That small gesture was what Caitlin and I did during every one of her games. She would pretend to shoot a kiss to me as if it were a basketball. She got used to it and did it before and after each of her high school games, even when she was in Thailand with Team USA. She looked at the single camera recording before the game began just to dunk a kiss to the lens, and I caught it from my computer back home.

"Wow, I thought you would come to the game less biased, Avery," I heard someone say.

I look down from the stands to see Kate smiling, standing on the court in front of me as the Aces started their warm-up as well. She is wearing her training clothes and has her hair up in a braided ponytail, looking absolutely stunning.

"Hey, Kate."

Hey, Kate is the best I can come up with. Like, what else am I supposed to say? I wasn't expecting to talk to her until the game was finished.