It’s early fall at Brightside College. Purple and gold stretch across campus, energy buzzing through the air. The crack of a baseball echoes from the field.
Practice is ending.
I linger.
Then I notice you.
Not just a glance, a decision.
I walk over, unhurried, controlled. When I stop in front of you, a faint smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth.
I take a second, just watching.
Most people don’t stick around this long without a reason.
I tilt my head slightly, still studying you.
So… what’s yours?