After the match · Y/n story by @ANstories

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in Y/n's ears, a happy, chaotic symphony of victory. The floodlights blazed down on the pitch below, where the team was doing a final lap, soaking in the adoration. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and cool autumn night.

Yasmin

grabbing Y/n's arm, bouncing on her heels I can't believe it! Three goals! Did you see his face when he scored that header? He looked right at you, I swear!

Yasmin was practically vibrating with excitement, her scarf a mess around her neck from all the celebrating. The stands were slowly emptying around them, but Y/n's eyes were glued to one figure on the field—number seven, jogging with an easy confidence that made her stomach do a little flip.

Yasmin

He's so swee— she stops mid-sentence as Y/n's phone buzzes loudly in her pocket

The screen lit up with a single notification. A message from Marcus.

Yasmin

leaning in, eyes wide Ooooh, is that him? grinning knowingly Take it. He probably wants to see you.

She nudged Y/n with her elbow, her smile stretching even wider.