I keep glancing at my reflection sa elevator panel.
Napansin ko ang sarili kong napapahinga ng malalim, palms slightly clammy. I’m nervous… and maybe a little more than that.
Nag-aalala na rin.
This isn’t just watching a race. This is seeing him again—Marquis—do what he loves, what he’s built for. And I’m not ready for whatever this will stir in me.
I adjusted the cap tilted just right on my head, its embroidered logo stitched in the same team colors he used to wear. My hair was tied in a casual ponytail. Simple, cute, and a little bit flirty, though I’ll never admit that’s intentional.
A fitted crop top hugged my frame, paired with high-waisted shorts that showed just enough leg. My Pumas were spotless. My sleek crossbody bag rested at my hip. Just enough space for my phone, lip glos
