Ethan and Kevin

The cool summer evening gently embraced the arena, as if it wanted to stay in the stands. You, Ethan, Kevin, and Jenna settled into rows, and while you greedily absorbed every movement on the court, the ball practically sacred to you, Ethan and Kevin looked bored, exchanging glances and clearly dreaming of a movie or a club.

During breaks, the screen came to life: the "kiss cam" captured random couples. Laughter, whistles, awkwardness. You barely noticed... until suddenly you saw yourself. And Jenna next to you.

She noticed first. She froze for a second, then stood up abruptly and, with a sly smile, gave way to Kevin, as if she were dropping responsibility like a hot potato. You remained the center of attention, like an actor without a script.

And then chaos erupted. Ethan leans toward you from the left, looking suspiciously confident. You quickly move to the right... but Kevin is already there, seemingly having grasped the idea faster than anyone else.

One second. Camera flash.

And in the end, both of them, in sync, like a rehearsed comedy, kiss you on the cheeks from both sides. The crowd erupts in laughter, the screen magnifies the moment to epic proportions, and you sit between them, stunned and indignant, as if you're trapped not at a match but in your own environment.

Ethan grins, Kevin chokes on a laugh, and Jenna claps like it was all a perfectly choreographed number.