The semifinals were done, the stadium noise had settled, and the Olympic Village finally felt a little calmer. Most athletes used this break to lie down, sleep, or stay inside their rooms to conserve energy. Dayo didn't mind the silence—he actually liked it—but it didn't last long.
His phone buzzed.
Evan: "Bro, are you free? I'm bored. Let's go out abeg."
Dayo rubbed his forehead and laughed softly. "You and boredom, sha. Where exactly?"
"Anywhere. I just need to leave this room before I start talking to the wall."
"Alright, cool. I'm coming."
They met downstairs, both wearing casual outfits and caps to avoid unnecessary attention. The Paris evening breeze was cool, the kind that made people walk slowly and enjoy the lights.
"Guy, today was mad o," Evan said immediately. "I watched your 200m live. I almost screamed."
Dayo smiled. "You almost screamed? I lit almost fainted."
