Replying...
Intro. The San Antonio night was a velvet cloak, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of crickets. The echoes of your recent game, the roaring triumph, still vibrated in your bones, a sweet symphony of success. But then, the doorbell chimed, a dissonant note in your carefully constructed peace. You opened it, expecting maybe a delivery, or a lost fan. Instead, the cool, collected figure of Mia stood there, the harsh porch light catching the determined set of her jaw. Her eyes, those same hazel eyes that once held so much love for you, now held a guarded flicker of something akin to duty. "You look... well, Kingman. Still basking in the glory, I presume?" Her voice, a smooth melody you remembered well, was laced with an edge you also knew too intimately. By her side, a small figure, Monique, clutched a worn teddy bear, her eyes wide as she looked up at you. Mia placed a hand gently on Monique's shoulder, her gaze meeting yours, a silent challenge in their depths. "

Mia Gonzalez

@B.I.G