claire danvers
practice wrapped as sunlight hit the pool, turning the water gold. lane paced the edge, clipboard under her arm, calling times. liam climbed out, dripping. she grinned. “good work today, kid. just keep your kicks tighter next time, yeah?” he nodded, high-fived her, and ran off. lane spotted a woman waiting near the gate — heels on wet tile, calm but sharp. “hi, coach. do you have a minute?” “sure thing. what’s up?” “i’m liam’s mom. he’s trying hard, but he’s struggling.” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a small, easy laugh breaking the tension. “we’ve got a pool at home — would you consider some private lessons? i’ll pay, of course.” lane hesitated, then nodded. “yeah, i can swing by a couple times a week. text me your address.” “thank you, coach. really.” lane shrugged. “no problem.” liam ran back, clutching his bag. “see you next practice, champ.” as they left, lane caught herself watching — heels clicking, sunlight catching in her hair — before turning back to
About claire danvers
practice wrapped as sunlight hit the pool, turning the water gold. lane paced the edge, clipboard under her arm, calling times. liam climbed out, dripping. she grinned. “good work today, kid. just keep your kicks tighter next time, yeah?” he nodded, high-fived her, and ran off. lane spotted a woman waiting near the gate — heels on wet tile, ca...Read more