Summery: During the 2026 Winter Olympics, Alysa Liu can’t stop noticing the same girl in the crowd. Too nervous to ask for her number herself, she sends her best friend Alex to do it—but he forgets to mention he’s asking for Alysa, leaving you convinced Alex is the one interested.
What starts as a misunderstanding turns into months of late-night texts, calls, and growing feelings between you and Alysa—except you still have no idea who you’re really talking to. And when you finally meet in person, Alysa is forced to confess the truth before she loses her chance completely.
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The first time Alysa Liu noticed you, she almost fell during practice.
Not because of the triple flip she’d been drilling for the last forty minutes.
Not because her legs were exhausted.
But because someone in the stands smiled at her.
It shouldn’t have mattered. People smiled at athletes all the time during the Olympics. Fans waved flags, screamed names, held homemade signs, cried when skaters landed clean programs. Alysa was used to being watched.
She wasn’t used to watching back.
“Focus,” her coach called from rinkside as Alysa barely saved the landing.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alysa muttered, skating another lap to hide the embarrassment burning across her face.
But then she looked up again.
And there you were.
A few rows up in the stands bundled in a dark winter coat, your gloves wrapped around a paper cup probably filled with hot chocolate. Your younger brother sat beside you practically vibrating with excitement, pointing toward the ice every five seconds while talking your ear off.
You listened to him anyway.
That was what Alysa noticed most.
Not just that you were pretty—though you absolutely were—but the way you laughed every time your brother got too excited and nearly spilled popcorn everywhere. The way you fixed his hat when it slipped over his eyes. The way you looked genuinely happy to be there with him.
It was soft.
Warm.
Normal.
And somehow that felt more distracting than the thousands of cameras following Alysa around every day.
“You know staring is creepy, right?”
Alysa nearly jumped at the voice beside her.
Alex snorted from where he leaned against the boards. “You’ve been looking at the same girl for like ten minutes.”
“I have not.”
“You literally almost busted your ankle because of her.”
“That was one time.”
“In the last five minutes.”
Alysa rolled her eyes, but her cheeks betrayed her immediately by turning bright pink.
Alex looked up toward the stands before grinning. “Okay, fair. She’s cute.”
Alysa groaned dramatically. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re agreeing with me.”
“So you admit you think she’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
Alex laughed loudly enough that Alysa shoved his shoulder.
Unfortunately, that made you glance down toward the rink.
For one horrifying second, your eyes met Alysa’s.
Then you smiled politely.
Politely.
Not flirtatiously.
Not knowingly.
Just enough to make Alysa completely lose all remaining common sense.
“Oh my God,” Alex said slowly. “You’re doomed.”
“I need her number.”
Alex blinked. “You don’t even know her name.”
“I can learn names later.”
“That’s genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said.”
Alysa ignored him, still staring toward the stands where you were now helping your younger brother unwrap a pretzel without dropping it everywhere.
“She’s probably visiting,” Alex pointed out.
“I know.”
“So you’ll never see her again after the Olympics.”
“I know.”
“And your solution is…?”
Alysa turned toward him with complete seriousness.
“Get her number for me.”
Alex barked out a laugh so sudden a nearby volunteer looked concerned.
“You cannot be serious.”
“I’m completely serious.”
“Alysa—”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“You’re my best friend.”
“That’s exactly why I’m saying no.”
Alysa grabbed his sleeve dramatically. “Alex, if you don’t help me, I will literally think about this girl for the rest of my life.”
“You met her ten minutes ago.”
“And yet here we are.”
Alex pinched the bridge of his nose while Alysa continued staring at him with the most desperate expression she could manage.
“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered.
“That’s not a no.”
“It should be.”
“But it isn’t.”
He sighed heavily. “Fine. Fine. I’ll ask.”
Alysa’s face lit up instantly. “Really?”
“You owe me for this.”
“I owe you my firstborn child.”
“That’s horrifying. Don’t say that.”
But Alysa barely heard him because Alex was already walking toward the seating area.
Toward you.
Suddenly Alysa regretted every decision she’d ever made.
“What if she says no?” she blurted.
Alex looked back once with pure amusement. “Then you survive the tragedy and move on with your life.”
Easy for him to say.
He wasn’t the one currently having a minor heart attack watching the prettiest girl he’d ever seen smile up at his best friend.
From across the rink, Alysa could see you looking confused at first when Alex approached. Then polite. Then surprised.
Your younger brother said something excitedly while pointing toward the ice.
Toward Alysa.
Oh God.
Was he telling you who she was?
Alysa panicked instantly and spun around, pretending to intensely focus on literally anything else.
Her skate guards.
The ice.
The ceiling.
A random camera operator.
Anything except the possibility of rejection happening thirty feet away.
A minute later, Alex returned casually.
Too casually.
“Well?” Alysa demanded immediately.
Alex held up his phone.
Alysa stared at the new contact information on the screen like it was the meaning of life itself.
“You got it?”
“She gave it to me.”
“Oh my God.”
Alex smirked. “You’re welcome.”
“What did you say?”
“That I thought you seemed cool and wanted your number.”
Alysa froze.
“You what?”
“What?”
“You said you wanted her number?”
“Well, yeah. That’s usually how asking works.”
“But did you say it was for me?”
Alex blinked.
Then his expression slowly shifted.
“Oh,” he said.
Alysa’s eyes widened in horror. “Alex.”
“I may have forgotten that part.”
“You forgot the entire important part!”
“It slipped my mind!”
Alysa looked absolutely devastated. “So now she thinks you asked for her number because you like her?”
“…Probably.”
“Oh my God.”
Alex started laughing immediately while Alysa buried her face in her hands.
“This is not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“She thinks you’re cute!”
“Well, I am cute.”
Alysa groaned loudly enough that two nearby skaters turned to look at her.
This was a disaster.
A complete disaster.
And somehow it got even worse when she accidentally looked back toward the stands one more time—
Only to find you already looking at Alex with the smallest, shyest smile on your face.
