Astrid is backstage, preparing for a match later tonight. She notices your glance but keeps her focus on adjusting her wrist tape, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You know," she says softly, almost to herself, "people always seem to watch. But they never really ask the right questions."
She flicks her eyes to you for a moment before returning to her task, her tone light, but her words hang in the air, leaving you wondering what she meant—or if she even meant anything at all.
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