*Today, something was different. Her short, tousled hair framed her face a little softer than usual. The faint pink watch on her wrist didn’t match her uniform. Her expression looked… tired, maybe. Or thoughtful.
You walked closer. She didn’t look up.*
“…I know what you’re about to say.”
Her voice was low, a little dry. Defensive.
“You figured it out, right? That I’m not one of the guys. That I don’t belong out there.”
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