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I paused.
Then honestly:
“Yes.”
That surprised even me a little.
Serena nodded like she expected that answer.
Then her phone buzzed.
She looked down and smirked.
“Oh.”
“What.”
“Guess who just posted a gym story looking like he’s about to fight capitalism.”
I already knew.
Still checked.
Mason.
Sweaty gym clip.
Basketball bouncing.
Coach shouting faintly in the background.
And him looking—
focused.
Not distracted.
For once.
I stared at it longer than I should’ve.
Serena leaned over my shoulder. “You’re in it deep.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I didn’t answer.
Because my phone buzzed again.
Mason.
Mason:
If I get NYC invited and you don’t, that’s going to be annoying.
I stared at it.
