With a wave to Pam and Erin, Sara unlocked her Jeep and hopped inside.

She'd just buckled her seatbelt when she spotted Bentley and his soccer pals. They were walking in the middle of a huge crowd of happy supporters.

Sara rolled down her window, trying to hear what was being said.

She could hear Bentley chatting with the soccer captain, Dan.

Dan was telling him to try to avoid getting himself into any more fights over the weekend.

As the crowd cleared, Bentley hung back in the shadows of the parking lot. He'd pulled out his phone and was scrolling through it.

Ella and her group of worshippers appeared.

Trish walked behind them with Chad, the other soccer captain. Every so often she'd burst out laughing at something he said.

"Uh, why is it so cold now?" Ella complained. She threw her arms around Bentley's neck and kissed him.

Sara looked away. It's not that she wasn't used to seeing them together. It just made her uncomfortable.

Ella and Bentley spoke quietly together for several minutes. Ella kept laughing and pulling at his jacket. Their conversation was impossible for Sara to hear.

"We'll see you later, Handsome," Ella said as she and her friends headed towards their cars.

Chad gave Bentley a fist pump as he strolled by him, out into the parking lot.

Sara was about to drive off when her phone beeped. She reached over to grab her leather bag off the floor of the Jeep. Pulling out her phone, she checked the message.

To her astonishment, it was from Bentley.

-Hey. You around? ~b

Sara automatically ducked lower in her seat. She really didn't want him to see her sitting there in her Jeep.

As she debated how she could drive away without Bentley noticing her vehicle, the group of girls in the puffy sweaters who'd sat behind Sara on the bleachers approached Bentley.

The girl in the blue sweater was tugging the sleeve of the girl behind her, as if to keep her friend from escaping.

Sara, intrigued, leaned out the window to listen.

"Um...excuse me, B-Bentley. Uh...you had a really great game. Really great!" The girl looked frantically around at her friends for encouragement.

"Oh, hey. How's it going? Thanks for coming to the game," Bentley said. He still wore his sweaty soccer uniform, though he'd removed his cleats and pulled on sneakers. He adjusted his jacket as the wind started to pick up.

The girl in the blue sweater smiled wildly at him. "Um, we know you're super busy. And you probably have someplace to be right now. But...but would you...well...my friend here. It's her birthday. And...she wanted to tell you something."

The girl in blue all but pushed her friend in the pink sweater forward.

The girl in the pink sweater was so happy, she beamed brightly at him. Though she tried hard to conceal her nervousness. "Hello, Bentley. I just wanted to tell you what a great goal that was. You're the best soccer player ever!"

Bentley had pocketed his phone. He grinned at the group of girls. "It's your birthday, huh? Glad we won the game for you." He bent down and picked a bright red flower.

He handed it to the girl. "For you. How old are you today?"

The girl in the pink sweater gasped. "Oh, it's beautiful. THANK YOU! You're SO NICE! I'm sixteen today."

She showed her friends the flower.

Bentley shrugged, smiling broadly. His milk chocolate eyes sparkled. "Sure thing. Happy sweet sixteen."

The girls waved goodbye, giggling excitedly.

Bentley pulled his phone out. He pressed a button and held the phone to his ear.

Sara's phone started to ring VERY LOUDLY. He was CALLING HER!

Before she could silence it, she saw Bentley's eyes flash in her direction.