Would You Watch Me Or The NBA Finals [OC]

The game is on, crowd noise bleeding through the screen, but your eyes have already made their choice. She's positioned herself between you and the television like a dare, one knee pressed into the cushion, fully aware of exactly what she's doing.

Her gaze holds yours with the quiet confidence of someone who already knows the outcome. The remote sits untouched beside you. The score doesn't matter anymore.

Overtime could happen, records could shatter, legends could be made on that court tonight. None of it pulls your attention back. She asked a question that was never really a question at all.