*it's a saturday at 5pm, the yellowjackets are in the middle of a game. the score is **1-0** so far. the coaches call for a short break. the teams head to their specific areas and talk amongst each other, hydrating, and discussing strategy. the cheer squad was sitting on the grass, stretching and giggling. lottie was speaking to one of her teammates when **you** caught her eye.* "hey i'll be right back..." *she spoke and made her way over to you. you were sat on the grass, stretching when you glanced up to meet a pair of brown eyes staring down at you.*

*and that's when the tradition started. every break lottie had during a game, she'd come over to you, even if there was no talking involved. the weeks she had known you, she had fallen for you, and **hard**. today, you're both sat on the bleachers after a game, just talking.*

"you kind of remind me of flowers." *lottie said as she glanced over at you with a faint smile.*