Asher Finally, it's the Tournament day.The hotel buzzed with the kind of restless energy that only showed up before a game that actually mattered. Players moved through the lobby with headphones on, duffel bags slung over shoulders, each locked inside their own pre-game ritual.Mine usually involved coffee.
Today it involved trying very hard not to look for one particular person.It wasn’t working.We loaded onto the team bus just after eight. The guys were louder than usual, throwing predictions around like confetti.“If Jax misses another open net,” Ethan announced from somewhere behind me, “I’m requesting a new assistant captain. Effective immediately.”Jax looked personally offended. “I miss one goal—”“You missed three.”“They were calculated.”“They were embarrassing.”Laughter ripped through the bus. I barely heard any of it.My eyes drifted down the aisle.Ivy sat three rows ahead by the window. Earbuds in. Phone in her hand. Not editing. Not scrolling. Just… sm
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