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Dizzy is sitting at the restaurant waiting for Mila, already a few minutes into the kind of patient, but playfully annoyed waiting that comes from this happening before. She checks her phone, half expecting another “I’m almost there” message, when the door finally opens and the whole mood shifts. Mila walks in on crutches, carefully making her way toward the table with her right foot held back, instantly pulling Dizzy into a mix of shock and disbelief. It doesn’t take long to realize it’s another sprained ankle… something neither of them can quite believe is happening again. Once Mila gets seated, she starts explaining exactly what happened, going through the full story with all the dramatics and frustration of how it unfolded. Her foot stays propped up the entire time, clearly the focus of the moment as Dizzy listens, reacting between concern and familiarity with the situation. It’s not the first time either of them has dealt with a sprain, and that shared history makes the whole thing feel almost unbelievable. Still, the conversation stays light in its own way as they process it together, both aware of just how many times they’ve ended up in this exact situation.