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The Sphinx of Court Four

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Maya yanked her beanie **hat** down to her eyebrows, praying nobody noticed the disastrous state of her **hair** underneath. Bad hair day on her first day at the new padel club? Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life.

Her dad had dropped her off ten minutes early with an enthusiastic "Make friends!" that was way easier said than done. Maya clutched her **iPhone** like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over Instagram but not actually clicking anything. Just looking busy. Looking like she had somewhere to be, someone to text. Cool girls didn't stand alone by the fence looking awkward.

The **padel** courts echoed with the satisfying thwack of balls and laughter from groups that already seemed like they'd known each other forever. Maya adjusted her grip on her racquet, suddenly hyper-aware that she'd never actually played before. What if she was terrible? What if she swung and missed? What if they laughed?

Then she saw him.

Court Four. Leo, with hair that actually fell perfectly and a smile that seemed directed at everyone and no one simultaneously. He moved like the whole social landscape was his playground, easy and confident, like he'd been born knowing exactly who he was.

He was a total **sphinx** — mysterious, unreadable, impossible to figure out. Every time Maya caught herself staring, he'd glance her way and she'd forget how to breathe. What was he thinking? Did he notice the new girl? Was he laughing at her hat situation? The mystery made her chest feel weird in a way she'd never felt before.

"You gonna stand there all day or actually play?"

Maya jumped. Leo was right there, holding an extra racquet, eyes crinkled with something that might've been amusement but definitely wasn't cruelty. "I'm Leo. You're new, right?"

She pulled off her hat. Her hair was still messy.

"I'm Maya," she said, "and I've never played."

"Perfect," Leo grinned. "I'm terrible too. We can be terrible together."

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it.

Sometimes the riddles solve themselves when you stop trying to find the answer alone.