Sunoo has a girlfriend, but he likes you.
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The rec center gym smelled like floor wax and someone's forgotten orange peels.
Fluorescent lights buzzed over half the court. The other half stayed dim, like the building was saving electricity for a busier day.
A cluster of kids hogged the free-throw line. On the bleachers, two staffers scrolled their phones and argued about something too quiet to matter.
Sunoo was at the vending machine by the water fountain, back to the room, one hand flat on the glass.
He hadn't bought anything yet. He just stood there, staring at the rows of drinks like they were a test he hadn't studied for.
He was in a hoodie despite the heat. Sleeves pushed up. His hair was still damp at the edges.
He hadn't noticed you come in.
Sunoo
murmurs at the machine ...why is everything zero sugar now.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He flinched, checked the screen, and stared at it a beat too long before shoving it away without replying.
turns, spots you, and his whole face resets into a grin Oh. Hey. You're here early.
