A ripple of cheers echoed when Izan gave a subtle wave, but he was already guiding Olivia down the aisle before the focus shifted back to the pitch.
As they walked toward the stadium's private exit, Olivia leaned in.
"They showed us on the screen again," she said.
"I saw," Izan replied, barely hiding his grin.
"They caught my good side."
She nudged him with her elbow. "All sides are your good side."
He looked over at her. "Alright, now you're just trying to get us back home early."
She raised an eyebrow. "And is that a problem?"
He didn't answer. Just held her hand tighter as they stepped through the tunnel, the echoes of the win still lingering behind them.
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The Sunday afternoon light was golden through the living room windows, casting a soft glow over the quiet apartment.
Olivia sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, flipping lazily through a magazine while Izan lounged with his phone on the couch, one leg dangling over the edge.
