Kasey, her best friend, had one of those all-star boyfriends who did every sport and went to as many practices as she could, normally dragging along Hannah. She didn’t mind. Athletes tended to be hot and her favorite sport was hot guy spotting.

Hannah had almost refused to go to this one track practice. Having felt used and depressed all day, the last thing she had wanted to do was sit and watch all that she didn’t have. She had just wanted to go home and mope. Maybe type up an epic rant on Ficly. No, she had let Kasey persuade her into joining her on the bleachers by the track field.

It was on this particular day that Rob had been running late and so ran out onto the field way after Hannah and Kasey had situated themselves in the bleachers and the other guys had started their stretches. Hannah had never seen someone run so gracefully. She could’ve spent the entire day, week, month following the movement of his legs. Those legs that hardly touched the ground and yet traveled along it so swiftly.