Next morning, event hall packed, gold banners everywhere.
The champion steps onto the stage, glittering like fresh frost.
She grabs the mic and beams, “Before anything… a thanks to our spa hero.”
Crowd murmurs—who? you? really?
She points straight at you: “The guy who kept us warm, dry, and glowing.”
Applause bursts—the towels, the mopping, the flirting… all worth it.
