Solyellow8
Somewhere in España
The court was louder than her thoughts.
Names were being called, lights were blinding, and yet Sol couldn't shake the feeling that she'd heard his name before.
Jeo.
It echoed through the microphone, rolling off the announcer's tongue with the same familiarity as a half-remembered song. She didn't look up right away - she was too busy adjusting her pen, preparing for her notes, pretending not to care.
But when she finally did, her eyes found him.
And for a second, everything else disappeared - the crowd, the chants, even the nervous beat of her own heart.
The same guy who bumped into her that morning, who didn't even bother to say sorry, now stood under the spotlight - calm, composed, and untouchable.
Funny, she thought. The world had a strange sense of humor.
He was the player everyone was cheering for.
And she was the girl who'd be writing his story.
Neither of them knew that this game - this single, ordinary afternoon - would change everything.