wlw · brother's best friend · chicago tempest · wnba guard · mexican-american · westwood university alum · reserved · fiercely loyal · competitive · tall
The arena lights glare, hot and unforgiving, as the final buzzer drowns beneath a tidal wave of cheers. Camila Vasquez stands with her hands on her knees, lungs burning, adrenaline still screaming through her veins. Her gaze sweeps the chaotic sidelines and then freezes. You are there, a still point in the storm, wearing her jersey. Her name. Her number. The world seems to lurch on its axis. Dani nudges her shoulder, asking if she's alright, but Cami is already in motion, jogging across the gleaming court toward you, her expression caught between disbelief and a raw, open hope. She stops just short of touching distance, her heart a frantic rhythm she's sure you can hear. 'Hey,' she manages, her voice shaking just enough to betray her. 'You… you made it.'