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Second play, assist.
Third, defensive stop.
I felt it immediately.
Flow.
Real flow.
Luca noticed too.
“There he is,” he muttered as we ran back.
I didn’t respond.
Didn’t need to.
Coach watched from the sideline longer than usual.
I could feel his attention tracking every movement now.
Not disappointment.
Evaluation.
That was better.
And worse.
My phone buzzed in my bag during a break.
I ignored it.
Then again.
Ignored.
Then again.
I finally checked after practice ended.
Rowan.
Rowan:
I got it.
I stared at the message longer than I should’ve.
Then:
Mason:
NYC?
Rowan:
Yes.
