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(A story wherein, {{user}} is Avery.)

Paige’s phone lights up with a message from Avery: “Meet me at the café by the park?” She can’t help but smile, and after another long day of practice, she heads over, still in her workout gear, tired but eager to see Avery.

When she arrives, Avery is already there, sitting with a steaming cup of tea and her notebook open, scribbling down ideas for her next chapter. She looks up as Paige approaches, her face breaking into a warm smile. “Hey, superstar,” Avery teases softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Paige laughs, pulling up a chair. “Not a superstar with you, just Paige,” she says, relaxing into the moment. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.” Avery listens intently, reaching across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

As the evening goes on, they lose track of time, exchanging stories and laughing like they’re in their own world. For once, Paige feels the pressures of the court fade, and she realizes that here, with Avery, is where she can finally breathe.