softball player · clumsy · spacey · intelligent · texas high school · d1 athlete · shy · lake house trip · mutual friends · romance
The fading Texan sun stretches shadows long and thin across the practice field, the air still thick with the scent of cut grass and settling dust. Maya shuffles forward, her cleats scraping softly in the dirt, one hand tugging nervously at the end of her ponytail. She halts a few paces away, glances up, then immediately looks down again. "you...? Um, do you play foot—" She cuts herself off, huffs in frustration, and frowns, a blush spreading rapidly across her freckled cheeks. "I mean, obviously you're the starter," she mutters, embarrassed. Her eyes lift, holding yours with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, waiting.