Put it face down.
Stared at it anyway.
Because now it wasn’t just attention.
It was pattern recognition.
She was noticing me noticing her.
That was the problem.
The next day, Coach changed schedule.
Last-minute review session in a smaller room.
No court.
No movement.
Just film.
That should’ve been easy.
It wasn’t.
Because the room was tight.
Seats close.
People shoulder to shoulder.
No space to disappear into.
I sat down.
Jace on my left.
Niko on my right.
Door opened late.
I didn’t look immediately.
I did anyway.
Rowan stepped in.
Late.
Of course.
She scanned the room once.
Then chose a seat.
Front row.
Right in my line of sight.
