We bought those fake sabers and shields and went back to Galena’s studio.
Just as we were about to head back inside, another car pulled up in the small parking lot outside the studio. Someone emerged and went for the trunk of their own car.
Inside that trunk was a shell case containing a large instrument.
I knew who it was instantly.
“Hey, Yasmina. You made it just in time. Ready to practice?”
She looked and saw me waving at her as I held the toy swords in a bag.
I wasn’t horsing around, I swear, Yasmina.
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