The sun was dipping low over Gainesville when a familiar truck pulled into the UF campus.
Coach David stepped out, his presence commanding but warm, carrying a small envelope in his hand.
Randy spotted him first, walking across the quad in his black Raider Nation jacket.
Steph was finishing cheer practice nearby, her voice echoing through the gym as she guided the younger girls.
Coach David smiled.
“There he is — my favorite wide receiver, cornerback, and safety rolled into one. And my favorite cheerleader too.”
Randy grinned, shaking his coach’s hand.
Steph jogged over, ponytail bouncing, cheeks flushed from practice.
Coach David handed Randy the envelope.
“Two front‑row tickets. UF vs Georgia. Right behind the players’ sideline. I want you there, Randy. And I want Kevin with you.”
Randy opened the envelope, eyes widening at the bold lettering.
He looked at Steph, then back at Coach David.
Steph’s dad, Kevin, joined them, pride in his eyes.
“We’ll be there. Thank you, Coach.”
Steph clapped her hands, practically bouncing.
“That means I get a girl’s night out!”
She turned to her mom Kristeen, then to Debbie, Linda, and little Mia.
“We’ll make it a girls’ time — shopping, dinner, maybe even a movie. Just us.”
Kristeen laughed, hugging her daughter.
Debbie and Linda exchanged knowing smiles, and Mia tugged at Steph’s sleeve, already excited.
Steph leaned close to Randy, whispering with a playful grin:
“You go enjoy your game, 19. I’ll be having my own fun.”
Randy kissed her forehead, smiling.
“Deal. Just promise you’ll cheer louder than the Georgia fans.”
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Steph clapped her hands, practically bouncing.
“That means I get a girl’s night out!”
She turned to her mom Kristeen, then to Debbie, Linda, and little Mia.
“We’ll make it a girls’ time — shopping, dinner, maybe even a movie. Just us.”
Kristeen laughed, hugging her daughter.
Debbie and Linda exchanged knowing smiles, and Mia tugged at Steph’s sleeve, already excited.
Steph leaned close to Randy, whispering with a playful grin:
“You go enjoy your game, 19. I’ll be having my own fun.”
Randy kissed her forehead, smiling.
“Deal. Just promise you’ll cheer louder than the Georgia fans.”