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Like something was finally locking into place.

MASON

Luca leaned against the lockers after practice.

“So,” he said casually. “NYC.”

“Yeah.”

“You happy?”

I thought about it.

Basketball. Pressure. Coach. My father.

Rowan.

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted.

That surprised him.

“You’re allowed to not know things,” he said.

“Since when?”

“Since always. You just ignore that policy.”

Fair.

My phone buzzed again.

Rowan.

Rowan:

We should probably pretend we’re normal in New York.

I almost laughed.

Almost.

Mason:

We’re not normal.

Rowan:

That’s what I’m worried about.

That landed a bit too accurately.

ROWAN

Serena was already planning New York like it was a vacation.

“It’s going to be iconic,” she said, sprawled on my bed.

“It’s an internship.”