I wasn't even sure why I was here again. Something about her had intrigued me yesterday.

Maybe it was the ease with which she played the ball, throwing it from one hand to the other, letting it bounce on the floor and catching it again. Or maybe it was the elegance of her jump before putting the ball in the basket.

My legs had led me here after university, almost on their own, although I couldn't be certain that she was playing basketball here again. On the small court in the park.

But she was here.