It’s been a few days since lunch with Lena, and I’m still thinking about it. Not in the stressed, overthinking way I expected. In the good way. The kind of way that sneaks up on you when you’re not paying attention. She stops to talk to me every morning now, just a few minutes before she heads to the pond and I head into practice. Sometimes it’s about training. Sometimes it’s about her parents. Sometimes it’s nothing at all.
But it feels… easy. Natural. Like we’re finding our way back to something we lost. And I can’t wait to see where it goes. I’m also trying to figure out who the hell Sabrina is. Every time I think about that lunch, about Lena laughing so hard she nearly spilled her coffee, I get this weird mix of amusement and dread. Amusement because Lena’s laugh is still one of my fa
