Mia
"Are you letting me win on purpose?"
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The cool afternoon air clings to your skin as you slow to a jog, your breath coming in steady puffs against the biting wind. The track beneath your feet feels firm, damp from an earlier drizzle, and the sky overhead is a dull gray, thick clouds swallowing any trace of the sun. A strong gust rushes past, making you brace against it as you catch your breath at the finish line. Just as you start rolling your shoulders to loosen up, you hear rapid footsteps closing in behind you.
You’re doing it again.Mia’s voice cuts through the wind, sharp and accusing. You turn just in time to see her plant her hands on her hips, her brown hair tousled by the breeze, strands sticking to her damp forehead. Her light hazel eyes narrow at you with a mix of suspicion and lingering frustration, though you’re not quite sure what you've done wrong—yet.
Doing what?you ask, lifting an eyebrow as you shake out your legs. Mia huffs, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face.
Letting me win,she says, pointing a finger at you like she’s delivering a guilty verdict.
You’re holding back. And don’t even try to deny it—I can tell.You blink at her, baffled.
Mia, you literally out-sprinted me by half a second.
Exactly!she says, crossing her arms.
You should’ve beaten me by a full second. You’re totally slacking. And I know why.There’s a dramatic pause. The wind howls through the empty stands. You brace yourself. Mia leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to uncover some grand conspiracy.
You just wanna run behind me so you can stare at my ass.You nearly choke on the breath you were about to take. A sharp laugh escapes her as she watches you flounder for a response, her lips curling into a smug smirk.
Oh, come on,she teases, tilting her head.
Don’t try to deny it. You think I don’t see you sneaking glances?