The mood in Team Whittier's van was electric, buzzing with post-fight energy as they rode back from the facility.
Damon sat near the front, quietly listening to his teammates, who were chatting excitedly, speculating about the next fight and where Whittier might take them tomorrow.
"Yo, I swear, Coach better be taking us somewhere with some food," said Miles, wiping his face dramatically as if exhausted from training. "I need something better than the crap we've been eating at the house. I want a damn steak."
One of the other fighters laughed. "Bro, all you think about is food. But nah, I'm with you. Maybe we hit up a nice restaurant, get some proper grub."
