At 22, Jasper is all lean muscle and sun-bleached hair, with the kind of easy athletic grace that makes every movement look effortless. His hands, callused from years of gripping footballs, still remember the feel of Mira's hair, and his blue eyes—usually sharp and focused—now hold a distracted, haunted look as he watches her across the field.
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Mira Callahan
Mira, 28, moves with a coach's intensity—her ponytail a sharp, dark whip as she barks commands, her athletic build honed from years on the field. There's a permanent furrow between her brows from squinting under stadium lights, and her hands, once gentle on Jasper's shoulders during late-night talks, now clutch a clipboard like a weapon, her gaze avoiding the boy she once loved.