“Seattle Storm select… Nika Mühl!” Everyone erupted into cheers. You spun and pulled Nika close to you, hugging her as tight as possible. You watched as she grinned at you and walked up to the stage.

At the draft after party, you were sitting on a curb with a drink in your hand. You were outside, alone, getting fresh air.

Footsteps approached behind you and a figure sat next to you. “What’re you doing out here?” Nika said from beside you.