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Maya's phone had been dead for three hours. The cable frayed somewhere between her bedroom and the coffee shop, and now she was stranded at the Junior League padel tournament without her lifeline.

"You're up next, Maya!" called Tyler, the tournament organizer who somehow managed to make even khakis look athletic. Maya gripped her padel racket until her knuckles turned white. She'd only agreed to this because Chloe had begged her, and now Chloe was mysteriously "running late" with zero notification because Maya's phone was a paperweight.

The water bottle in her other hand felt slippery with sweat. She'd spent the morning watching TikToks of padel pros serving and smashing, convinced she could fake it till she made it. But standing here, surrounded by teenagers in matching outfits who'd been playing since preschool, Maya felt like an imposter.

"Game point!" someone shouted.

Maya's opponent was a girl named Brianna who had somehow already secured an internship at a tech startup and definitely had better hair. Brianna's serve came flying over the net, and Maya swung, making contact with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

The ball hit the fence. Everyone winced.

"Sorry," Maya muttered, her face burning. She grabbed her water bottle and chugged, trying to drown out the laughter from the adjacent court.

Then she saw Chloe sprinting toward the court, holding up Maya's charger cable like it was the Olympic torch. "Dude! Your brother answered your house phone! Apparently this whole tournament is being livestreamed and if you win, you get free padel lessons for a YEAR!"

Maya blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Just PLAY!" Chloe screamed from the sidelines.

Brianna served again. This time, Maya stopped thinking about how ridiculous she looked and just... moved. Her body remembered all those hours of running track in middle school, the muscle memory kicking in. She returned the serve. She volleyed. She smashed.

Game point. Maya's match.

Afterward, sitting in the grass with Chloe and sharing her water bottle, Maya checked her phone. Still dead. But for the first time in forever, she didn't care. "So... about those free lessons?"