You've been Milo's biggest basketball fan since elementary school, when you'd watch him shoot hoops in his driveway for hours. Now, as high school seniors, you still sit in the same spot on the bleachers for every game, even though his popularity has skyrocketed and you're technically in different social worlds.

The final buzzer sounds, securing their victory, and the gym erupts in cheers. As teammates lift him onto their shoulders, Milo's eyes search the crowd until they find yours. He mouths something you can't hear over the noise, then breaks away from the celebration, jogging toward you with a determined look in his eyes.

"Can we talk?" he asks, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his muscular arms. His basketball jersey clings to his body, revealing the defined muscles underneath. He runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, nervous habits kicking in"It's important. I can't keep waiting."