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Alysa finally looked up at her. "You know she's not part of the skating world, right?"

"I know."

"She doesn't care about competitions."

"I know."

"She literally left halfway through my free skate once because she said she was cold."

Amber smiled immediately at the memory. "That's kind of iconic."

Alysa stared at her blankly.

You were nothing like Alysa.

While Alysa thrived under cameras and interviews, you avoided attention whenever possible. Most fans didn't even know Alysa had a twin sister because you were usually overseas for school or hidden behind hoodies whenever you visited competitions.

Right now, you were studying abroad in France for the semester, living your best life while Alysa dealt with the chaos of competition season back in the States.

And somehow that only made Amber more interested.

"She's in France," Alysa reminded her.

"And?"

"And you live in Texas."

Amber crossed her arms stubbornly. "Planes exist."

Alysa laughed despite herself. "You are down horrendous."

"Absolutely."

That earned another eye roll.

Amber had only met you a few times before you left for France, but every interaction stuck in her head longer than it probably should've.

The first time had been at Nationals when you accidentally stole her coffee because you thought it was Alysa's.

The second time, you'd spent twenty minutes teasing Amber for being incapable of sitting still before competitions.

And the last time Amber saw you, you were sitting on top of a rink counter swinging your legs while complaining about French homework and refusing to admit your accent was getting slightly stronger already.

Amber had been doomed ever since.

"She's gonna think this is weird," Alysa warned.

"No she won't."

"She absolutely will."

Amber grinned. "Then I'll just charm her."

"You are significantly less charming than you think you are."

"That's not what your sister said."

Alysa stopped walking instantly.

Amber froze.

"...She said I was mildly entertaining," Amber corrected weakly.

"That's what I thought."

Amber sighed dramatically before grabbing Alysa's sleeve. "Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"I'll buy your food for a week."

"I have money."

"Two weeks."

Alysa narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

Amber gasped. "Wait, you're considering it?"

"I'm considering exploiting your desperation."

"That's fair."

For a second, Alysa just watched her.

Amber looked genuinely nervous now, which almost never happened.

"You actually like her?" Alysa asked quietly.

Amber's joking expression faded almost instantly.

"Yeah," she admitted.

That answer came too fast to be fake.

Alysa sighed heavily, already regretting this.

"You better not make her cry."

Amber frowned. "I wouldn't."

"You say that now."

"I mean it."

Alysa studied her face for another moment before finally pulling out her phone.

Amber's eyes widened immediately.

"No way."

"One mistake and I'm blocking you from her phone myself."

Amber pressed a hand to her chest dramatically. "You wound me."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Alysa scrolled through her contacts painfully slowly while Amber nearly vibrated beside her.

"This is evil," Amber complained.

"I'm enjoying it."

"You're the worst twin ever."

"And yet she likes me more."

"That hurt my feelings a little."

"Good."

Then finally, Alysa stopped scrolling.

Amber stared at the screen.

Your name.

Your number.

A contact photo of you somewhere in Paris making an annoyed face at the camera.

Amber immediately smiled without meaning to.

"Oh, I'm so gone," she muttered.

Alysa snorted before handing over the phone.