The Crestmont campus was even more beautiful in the fall than it had been in the spring.
Javier walked through the main quad, his eyes on the red brick buildings, the manicured lawns, the students walking to class with backpacks and coffee cups. The air was crisp. The leaves were orange and red. Everything felt like a postcard.
Coach Marquez walked beside him, pointing out the athletic facilities, the academic buildings, the dorms. He was enthusiastic, energetic, the same practiced smile on his face.
"This is where you'll be spending most of your time," Marquez said, gesturing toward the volleyball gym. "It's one of the best facilities in the conference. New floors. New nets. New everything."
Javier nodded. He'd seen the gym before, during his recruiting visit. But seeing it again, wit
