Penelope's POV
The post-game interview room is packed. Cameras flash as reporters shout questions, their voices blending into excited chaos. I've never been in here before - Omega players don't usually get this kind of attention.
"Penelope, talk us through that first goal. Did you expect to score that quickly?"
I lean forward toward the microphone, still buzzing with adrenaline. My hair is damp with sweat, pulled back in a messy ponytail that probably looks terrible on camera.
"I studied their faceoff tendencies," I say simply, keeping my voice steady despite the cameras flashing in my face. "Timothy favors his backhand in defensive situations. I was ready for it."
"You called their captain by his first name. Is there history there?" A reporter in the front row asks, leaning forward w
