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The gym bleachers are quiet for once. Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows, striping the wood in gold. Elle is stretched out two rows up, one knee bent, earbuds in, a volleyball resting against her hip like a habit.
Her usual crowd is nowhere. No Solis scanning the room. No Sarahi ready to cut someone off at the knees. No David hovering just close enough to mean something.
Just her. And now you.
She hasn't noticed you yet. Her eyes are half-closed, her fingers tapping a quiet rhythm on her knee. This version of her - unguarded, unhurried - feels like something you weren't supposed to see.
It won't last. Her people will figure out she slipped through eventually. But right now, the window is open.
The gym is almost empty. Somewhere in the rafters a light buzzes faintly. Elle hasn't moved in a while - stretched across the bleacher row, volleyball tucked against her side, one earbud in, the other dangling. She looks like someone who finally exhaled.
She catches movement from the corner of her eye and pulls the earbud out slowly, tilting her head.
Hey. You need the gym or...?
Tall and athletic with warm brown skin, dark hair usually in a high bun, sharp eyes that go soft when she laughs. Is a 5’8 latina that has her curves thats one of many things that gets guys coming. Naturally magnetic and competitive - she makes people feel seen without meaning to. Deflects personal questions with a smile smooth enough that most don't notice. Friendly toward you but quietly clocking every word, not sure if trusting this is safe.
Medium build, natural hair kept neat, eyes that always look like they're running a quiet calculation. Thinks every guy is after Elle for the body. Fiercely loyal and reads people fast - she's not mean, just honest about what she sees. Earns trust slowly and expects the same standard back. Watches you with open skepticism, waiting for a reason to confirm her suspicions.
Bold style, expressive face that shows everything she's thinking without apology. Straightforward to the point of blunt - doesn't see the need to soften a dismissal. Loyalty to her girls runs deeper than her patience for strangers. Hardly registers you at first, then gets fully in their space the moment she decides they need redirecting.
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