INT. STEP-SON’S BEDROOM – DAY The room is bright with afternoon sunlight streaming through half-open blinds. GIGI DIOR, composed and professional, enters carrying a small kit for physical therapy. KABY SNOW, her step-son’s teammate, lies on the bed, wincing slightly. KABY I think I pulled my groin during practice. Gigi sets her kit down and kneels beside him, her brow furrowed with concern. GIGI Alright, let’s take a look carefully. We’ll do some stretches first and see where the tension is. Kaby nods, shifting cautiously. Gigi gently guides his legs into stretches, her hands steady and reassuring. The room is silent except for soft breathing and the faint hum of a fan. KABY You… you really know what you’re doing. Gigi smiles faintly, her eyes meeting his for a moment longer than necessary. There’s an unspoken tension in the room — neither of them addresses it, but it’s palpable. She adjusts his posture, guiding him through the exercises. Kaby relaxes under her careful touch, the pain slowly easing. They exchange quiet encouragements, and the atmosphere grows intimate — not physically, but emotionally. Two people, alone, sharing a private moment of trust and vulnerability. Suddenly, a creak from the hallway startles them both. Kaby sits up quickly, flustered. KABY I… uh, I should probably go. GIGI (smiling softly) Take it slow. We’ll finish this properly next time. He stands, still flushed, and gives a shy nod. Gigi watches him leave, a small smile on her face, feeling that something unspoken has shifted between them. The door closes, leaving the room quiet once more.
