He couldn’t tear his eyes off you.

The way you moved across the volleyball court, fluid as water streaming over river bedrock, all long limbs and restrained power… it was enthralling to watch, even if he wasn’t into sports. There was a spark about you; it drew him in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey, who’s that?” He turned, asked his best friend, who’d taken him to the game for reasons he didn’t know.

He gave him a blank look, as if to say what the hell, man?

“Dude, that’s my sister.”