-Raya-
The last whistle blew across the field, sharp and final. A chorus of voices erupted—some relieved, others still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. I stayed where I was on the bleachers, letting the sound roll past me.
Practice was over.
From my seat, I watched the boys begin to scatter, grabbing water bottles and towels, exchanging light slaps on the back. Alec jogged off with a few of the guys, disappearing toward the locker rooms. His shirt was damp with sweat, hair tousled, and shoulders slightly hunched from exertion. But even tired, he moved with that same collected ease.
I leaned back against the bench and finally reached for my phone.
One new message.
Debbie (Penny’s Diner)
“Hi Raya! Just saw this. Carla speaks highly of you. Would love to chat. Are you available today?
