EVANDER.

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I DON'T even get a nod from my teammates when I walk in. They’re all too busy with her.

Great.

The locker room smells faintly of sweat and damp gear. Fluorescent lights hang overhead, bouncing off the benches and metal lockers.

The guys are already out of their gear, most of them wearing t-shirts, hoodies, and loose jeans.

She stands at the center of a circle of my teammates, laughing, chatting, and smiling.

They hang on her every word, laughing like she’s ...