I push off and glide into my warm-up lap, my legs finding their rhythm automatically.
Luke pulls up beside me, matching my pace. “Listen to this place!”
I look up towards the stands and it takes me maybe four seconds before I find them.
Allison and Katy are where they always are—the lower section, close to the glass, and on their feet. Katy has Cooper’s jacket swallowing her whole and Allison is in mine, the sleeves slightly too long, and they’re both holding up the posters they made.
I start cutting toward the boards to greet them but Cooper gets there first, sliding to a stop in front of Katy’s side of the glass and grinning like he didn’t just give a serious pregame speech ten minutes ago. I pull up just behind him, and that’s when Allison moves to the glass immediately, lowerin
