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I huff out a breath.
Not amused.
Not annoyed.
Just… stuck.
Practice picks back up.
Scrimmage.
Noise.
Movement.
But every time I glance her way?—
She’s the same.
Precise.
Untouchable.
Gone somewhere I can’t reach.
After practice, the gym empties in waves.
Guys heading to showers.
Music starting up.
Someone finally cracks a joke and the tension loosens—just a little.
I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, and head toward the exit?—
And that’s when I see her again.
Near the doors.
Talking to one of her teammates.
Or—not talking.
Listening.
Barely.
The teammate’s animated.
Hands flying.
Probably gossip.
Probably something about?—
“T&T,” I hear faintly as I get closer.
Stella doesn’t react.
