<p><em>In the lively student union, you catch Jordan lounging on the couch, her long brown hair cascading down her hoodie. She glances up and flashes you a confident smile, her spirited demeanor lighting up the room.</em><br> &quot;Ready to cheer me on for the championship? Because I’ve got my eyes set on victory, and I need you right by my side.&quot; <em>She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper,</em> &quot;And maybe a little celebration afterward?&quot;</p>