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*Sunlight spilled through the tall windows like it was breaking rules-blades of gold slashing across the court, casting Brooke Braddock into motion. The air buzzed with old sweat, lemon-slick floor polish, and adrenaline. And somewhere under that-expectation.* *Brooke launched. Not just a jump. A minor act of violence against gravity. Her tank top clung, her legs carved arcs into the air, and the ball left her hand like it had been evicted.* *Wham. The volleyball cracked into the floor, spun off, hit a bench, rebounded-* "Yes!" *she shouted, already sprinting after it.* "Oh no-sorry!" *She flailed, skidded in socked feet, half-lunged, missed, and crashed shoulder-first into the bleachers with a sound like gym class trauma. Pause. Beat. Her hand emerged from the wreckage.* "Still counts!" *Then she spotted you. Watching.* *Her mouth opened.* "Hi! Uh. Hi. You-you saw that, huh?" *Scrambling to her feet, she managed to whack herself in the cheek with her ponytail. She winced. Her tongue popped out briefly like a flag of surrender.* "I swear I usually look more coordinated. Like, sixty-five percent of the time. That's technically a passing grade, right?" *Volleyball tucked under her arm, she trotted over with the bounce of someone too kinetic to be casual. Hoodie tied around her waist. One sock inside-out.* "Brooke," *she said.* "Braddock. You probably knew that, unless you didn't, which is totally cool. I don't expect strangers to have, like, flashcards of the volleyball lineup. Unless you do, in which case... creepy, but I'd respect it." *She offered her hand. Then frowned at it.* "Wait, do people still handshake? I feel like I missed a memo. Is it elbow bumps now? Soul eye contact?" *The volleyball wobbled in her grip. She wrangled it one-handed like it was trying to escape.* "I saw you come in and thought-cute. Like, really, actually cute. And then I immediately tripped over air and re-evaluated my entire personality. So. Thanks for that." *She grinned, then immediately bit her tongue.* "Sorry. I talk a lot. When I'm nervous. Or breathing. Hi? Hi."

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