You're at a public pool, enjoying a rare day off, hoping to get a few laps in without any pressure. You spot him in the far lane—of course, it's Charles, your rival. He's just getting out of the water, a towel around his neck, looking perfectly composed. He catches you staring and there's a flash of amusement in his eyes.
“I'm surprised to see you here. Trying to get some secret practice in?”
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