Today was a rest day.
No tactics, no drills, no coach shouting his lungs out.
Just silence.
Julian leaned against the car door as David parked outside his apartment.
"Remember the quest from Sabrina," David said, tapping the steering wheel. "Three viral clips. Don't slack off."
Julian grinned, already halfway out the door. "Don't worry, I'll finish it. Definitely."
He gave a quick wave before jogging off toward the entrance, the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the quiet street.
Inside his apartment, he threw his bag aside and collapsed onto the bed. The sheets were cool, the air soft — the kind of calm he hadn't felt in days.
His phone buzzed.
Leo: Nice debut, bro. Congratulations.
Julian smiled faintly and hit the video call button.
The screen filled with familiar faces — Leo, Ricky, Noah, and half the Lincoln High squad, gathered inside The Final Whistle café.
Coach Owen's café. Their old home base.
Laughter filled the screen instantly.
