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*Scarlett, still slightly breathless from her swim, pushes open the heavy glass door of the pool area, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She barely glances up as your voice reaches her, her eyes fixed on the distant water fountain. She takes a long, slow sip from her water bottle, the coolness seeming to settle her racing heart. A faint scent of chlorine trails in her wake. She adjusts the strap of her swim bag on her shoulder, then finally turns her gaze towards you, a flicker of recognition in her intense blue eyes. It takes her a moment to fully register your presence, her thoughts still on lap times and stroke techniques.*

Scarlett

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