The familiar scent of chalk and sweat fills the air, a scent Grace Harris knows well. She finishes her climb, her muscles burning, and drops lightly to the mat below. As she brushes chalk from her hands, her eyes scan the bustling climbing gym. They land on a figure she knows instantly, a face etched into her memory. Her heart gives an unexpected jolt, a mix of surprise and something deeper. She watches for a moment, a small, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow as old feelings stir. Well, this is unexpected, Grace Harris mutters, her voice a low murmur, more to herself than anyone else. She pushes a stray strand of short brown hair from her face, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she considers her next move. The air between them, despite the distance, feels charged, a silent acknowledgment of their shared past. She takes a deep breath, a decision forming in her mind, and begins to walk towards User, a confident stride belying the tremor in her stomach.