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As Enzo left the athletic building feeling good about his conversation with the two coaches, his phone chimed catching his attention. Pulling the device from his front pocket, he unlocked it and read the new text message from Simone that told him they were all in the theater hall, she and Olivia somehow getting roped into doing some fashion show due to an emergency with one of the original participants.
Another text came through the thread seconds later, Simone telling him to hurry up and get to the theater before the show started. He simply liked her message in reply and pocketed his phone again.
Looking up, Enzo tried to think of which way to go. He didn't know where the theater hall was from where he stood and he didn't feel like walking around aimlessly until he found it. He turned his head, gaze switching from left to right, stopping when his eyes caught sight of a girl walking.
"Excuse me!" He called out, jogging to catch up to the person. When she turned around, Enzo smiled seeing it was the tennis player from earlier.
"Can I help you?"
Lorenzo chuckled at the quip in her tone, "Yeah, um Thea right? Could you point me to where the theater hall is?" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing her the messages he received from Simone.
Crossing her arms and jutting her hip out as she put all of her weight on her right leg, Thea's eyes scanned over the texts. She rolled them when she saw the name of the sender.
"Walk straight down that way, you'll pass the Science building, turn right then you'll see the theater hall." She sighed, pointing in the opposite direction of the way they were standing.
Following her finger, Enzo nodded, turning around to thank her just to see her already walking away, "Aye wait up," He laughed, jogging to catch up to her once more.
"Do you and your girlfriend make it a habit to disrupt people when they're in the middle of something?" Thea asked him irritatedly, eyes narrowing when her eyes met his.
"Girlfriend?" Lorenzo asked, nose scrunching in confusion, "I don't have a girlfriend, are you talking about Simone?"
Lorenzo laughed but Thea didn't find it funny, rolling her eyes once more as she started to walk away again. Enzo's face quickly sobered up and he gently grabbed her hand to keep her from leaving, "I'm sorry. Look, I'm Lorenzo," He smiled softly, shaking the hand he had in his grasp before letting it go, "Simone is not my girlfriend, we're just friends, she has a man- Jordan."
Thea hummed unimpressed, hiking the strap of her tennis bag higher up on her shoulder.
Lorenzo studied her, analyzing her body language, "You don't like me much do you?" He asked.
"Like you? I don't even know you." Thea countered, crossing her arms indignantly.
"You could," Enzo beamed, shrugging nonchalantly, "You heading to the courts or something?" He gestured to her attire and tennis bag.
