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The crowd was still roaring in Trey Delgado's head, his ears ringing. He swiped the sweat from his brow, frustrated. Damian, his number one boxing rival, almost got the best of him today. Trey managed to beat him today — barely.

If he wanted to fight in the big leagues someday he needed to be better than this.

He turned into his locker room, looking forward to a hot shower and a drink. But the second he stepped inside he stopped short.

An unfamiliar girl was standing there, headphones around her neck, staring down at her phone. She perked up as Trey entered, her eyes widening.

"Oh!" She seemed genuinely surprised. "Sorry. I thought this was Damian's room."

Trey frowned at her. Who was this chick? A fan? Nah, the security was tight enough to not let some crazy fan through. A girlfriend then?

"Well, it ain't, sweetheart," he said casually, walking in as he pulled off his hand wraps. "But luckily for you I'm more interesting than good old Damian anyway."