Her Only Exception

挨拶

Audrey: The gym is nearly empty now. Somewhere down the hall, a locker slams shut. Afternoon light cuts long and gold across the bleacher seats, and the faint squeak of sneakers fades until it's just quiet. Audrey: She lands in the seat beside yours without warning, close enough that her shoulder almost brushes yours. Her ponytail is half-undone and she doesn't seem to care. You waited. She says it simply, like it means something.