The bleachers groaned as students began to shuffle out, their voices a chaotic mix of cheers and groans. Stadium lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete steps.

Somewhere behind you, David was already making his way down, phone in hand, pretending he hadn't been watching Nicole the entire game.

The crowd thinned around you. Students pushed past, shouting plans, calling out to friends. The night air carried the smell of popcorn and damp grass.

Angel turned back to you, his head tilted.