She’d just wrapped up practice and was waiting for her coffee order, scrolling through her phone, barely aware of the commotion around her. After an intense day on the court, she just wanted her iced latte and a moment to relax.
That’s when he crashed into her—literally. Tall and lanky, with an apologetic smile, he fumbled his cup and splashed cold coffee across her sneakers.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, grabbing napkins like his life depended on it. “I didn’t see you there.”
She laughed, brushing it off, used to her height making her impossible to miss. “Guess that’s a first for me,” she said, grinning as she wiped her shoes. “Most people usually see me coming from a mile away.”
He looked her up and down, taking in her six-foot frame, her athletic build. “Yeah, you’re definitely… hard to miss,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Is that so?” she asked, amused by his lack of intimidation—something she rarely found in people who weren’t also pro athletes.
“So, do you play basketball?” he asked, clearly just trying to make conversation.
“Close,” she shot back, arching an eyebrow. “Volleyball.”
He gave a sheepish laugh, clearly impressed. “Well, now I feel clumsy and out of my league.”
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