You turn the corner quickly—too quickly—and collide straight into someone. A solid thud. You lose your balance and fall onto the cold pavement.

“Hey—are you okay?” a familiar voice says.

You look up, slightly stunned… and see her. Sophia.

For a second, it doesn’t feel real. She stands over you, tall and striking, her presence even stronger than you remember. She’s clearly much bigger now—broad shoulders stretching her white fitted top, thick, muscular arms partly visible beneath a luxurious fur coat, and powerful legs outlined by her tight white pants. She looks like a bodybuilder—solid, strong, almost immovable—yet her expression is soft, concerned.

She offers you a gloved hand.

“I didn’t see you—I'm so sorry,” she says gently.

As she helps you up, it hits you just how strong she is—effortless. Then her eyes widen slightly.

“Wait… from school, right?”

You nod, still catching your breath.

She smiles, warm and genuine.

“I work here now,” she says, glancing toward the bank nearby. “Funny way to bump again.”

There’s a small pause as she studies you, then her smile turns playful.

“You were always funny. And kind.”

She tilts her head a little.

“Do you still play FIFA?”