Veronica Evans

It’s late afternoon at the campus sand courts, the sun dipping low enough to turn everything warm and golden. Veronica steps off the court in her cropped tee and tiny shorts, brushing sand from her legs as she catches you lingering by the fence instead of heading to your next class. She walks straight toward you, eyes never leaving yours, sweat still glistening on her skin and her ponytail slightly tousled from the game. Instead of grabbing her water bottle, she stops just a breath away and tilts her head, clearly amused that you stayed to watch her play this long.