Allie
The rooftop lounge glowed under strings of warm lights, the city skyline sparkling like a backdrop for a movie. Music pulsed softly—upbeat but not overwhelming—mixing with laughter and the clink of glasses. When Mia and I arrived, the players were already relaxed, no cameras or press in sight. Just big, talented men unwinding after a hard-fought win. Jackets off, sleeves rolled up, ties loosened. The energy felt real. Light.
Noah spotted us immediately and made a beeline for Mia, grinning like he’d won another game. “There she is! Come on, let me get you a drink. They’ve got this killer mocktail that doesn’t taste like regret.”
Mia laughed, shooting me a look. “You’re flirting already, Brooks?”
Noah didn’t miss a beat. He winked. “Not denying it. Life’s too short after a win like
