Finally he had the broom to himself. Cash smiled thinly and took his own step back. He knew he was mostly showing off for Jeong, but most of his focus was on the broomstick. In a fluid motion, Cash hauled himself onto the broom and kicked off from the ground — he darted into the air, rising like he was seeking, and flew high above the stadium.

He let himself do one, two, fast loops around the edge of the stadium. Cash remembered this, the way flying for the Cannons felt, the way seeking felt. Something like grief rose in his chest — being on a broomstick was bittersweet, now.

He was showing off, though — he should let himself show off. Cash dove as fast as the broom allowed him to and pulled up a foot from the ground, letting himself come to an abrupt stop. "I played," he offered, trying to sound casual.

"Professionally, for a while."