A few feet away, a cluster of basketball players ambled through the doors, duffel bags slung over shoulders. Justin Reed walked in the middle, head down, earbuds in, one hand running through his curly hair. He looked up for half a second — just long enough to scan the hallway — before his eyes landed somewhere past the crowd.

Olivia spotted Justin across the hall. Their eyes met for a brief, polite moment. She raised a hand in a small wave — friendly, familiar, no strings attached. He nodded back. Two people who'd ended things softly and meant it.