Page 316 of Playing Dirty
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Even Luca.
Coach was in his office.
The silence was loud.
My phone was in my hand now.
Finally.
Rowan had replied.
Rowan:
NYC is apparently the universal stress location.
I leaned back against the bleachers.
Yeah.
That sounded about right.
Mason:
You find out about internships yet?
Typing bubbles.
Stopped.
Long pause.
Rowan:
Not yet.
That shouldn’t have mattered.
But it did.
Because I knew what came with “not yet.”
Uncertainty.
Waiting.
Pressure.
Just like me.
ROWAN
I stared at my screen longer than I meant to.
Mason didn’t usually ask about things like that.
Not directly.
It felt… intentional.
