Staring back at her was a sea of faces in various forms of exaltation. Adoring fans cheering and fist-pumping and answering with their own screams, all of them captivated by a single player. Even the opposing team's cheerleaders, sitting on the court inches from her sneakers, had their eyes locked in, staring up in wonderment.
Add that snapshot from last weekend in Connecticut to the pile of evidence, a pile stacked so high now that this is undeniable: People can't take their eyes off Paige Bueckers.
All of Target Center, all of Minneapolis and the women's Final Four, will have their eyes on No. 5 Friday. It was that way on Monday, when her showstopping performance won the game for Connecticut and sent her Huskies packing for her hometown.
It's been this way since she was in sixth grade.
One of the best basketball coaches in the game happened to be walking by a gym that day. A random day, a random workout. Cheryl Reeve was at the fitness center and saw a little girl with a basketball.
Something about the way she carried herself, so cool and confident shooting baskets alone on a rec court, made the coach stand there and watch. Bueckers was 11 or 12 years old at the time. A middle-schooler with high-level basketball skills and a full reservoir of swagger. That part especially caught the eye of Reeve, championship coach of the Minnesota Lynx.
Bueckers' body language was so unusually self-assured that Reeve had to meet this precocious swashbuckler. The coach and the kid talked that day, as Reeve showed her a few things and put her through a few drills just for fun.
Reeve was incapable of knowing then that her initial impression would later become reality, that this little girl would become a transcendent force in women's basketball.