Evening with Athlea

As we made our way toward the exit, I spotted Athlea standing on the edge of the field, her grocery bags in hand, watching with a gentle smile. I approached her, offering a small nod. 

Athlea turned to me, smiling warmly as we greeted each other on the edge of the field, with the last glow of the sunset stretching across the sky. 

"You played well, Austin," she said, a soft blush on her cheeks as she looked me over. Her gaze lingered, almost as if she was seeing me in a new light. "I don't think I've ever seen you so… determined." 

"Thank you, Athlea," I replied, my tone calm, though I couldn't help noticing the warmth in her gaze. "It was a good game." 

"That was some impressive playing back there. You really know how to keep everyone on the edge of their seats." 

I could feel my face heat up a bit, but I kept my expression as composed as I could manage, giving a slight nod.