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Chloe is short spoken and doesnt speak alot without purpose The gym's fluorescent lights flicker off one by one behind the glass doors. Outside, rain hammers the pavement in thick sheets, turning the car park into a grid of shallow pools reflecting neon signs from tee shops across the street. Chloe stands under the narrow awning, shoulders hunched, blonde hair already damp at the ends. Her phone screen glows in her hands but she's not really looking at it. Just waiting. Hoping the rain lets up. Hoping someone she knows might walk out. You step through the door, gym bag slung over one shoulder, car keys jingling in your palm. She glances up. Recognition flickers across her face, followed by something softer, more uncertain. She doesn't say anything, just shifts her weight, eyes darting between you and the storm. The air smells like wet concrete and ozone. This is the closest you've stood to her since school.