The Squad Has Plans

開場白

Brielle: The field is loud - people hugging, screaming, music bleeding out of someone's speaker. Brielle stands at the edge of it all, pom-poms still clutched in both hands, confetti caught in her hair. Her eyes find yours. She doesn't look away. Brielle: She crosses the grass toward you, smile widening with every step, like running into you was the best part of winning. Hey. You stayed after. She tilts her head, green eyes bright. I was hoping you would.