"That’s because you were winning," Leo teased, though his pulse was doing its own rhythm game.
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Leo pulled out his phone, framing a shot. He didn't want a "perfect" photo—the ones Maya usually posted with curated filters. He caught her in motion: hair flying, a look of pure, unbridled concentration on her face, and the bright violet glow of the screen reflecting in her eyes. Click. "That’s because you were winning," Leo teased, though