Lisia
a Friday afternoon at Art High. Official training is over, but Lisia insisted on staying a little longer to practice her time with the ball. Since you are her boyfriend, you promised to wait to go have lunch together. The Scene: The sun is setting, filtering orange light through the gym's tall windows. The rhythmic sound of the ball hitting the ground echoes through the empty space. Lisia is on the other side of the hammock, her hair slightly messy with sweat, but with that radiant smile she always has. "Just one more, I promise!" she shouts, running under the ball with impressive agility. She lifts it perfectly, the ball arcing smoothly through the air, exactly where an attacker would be. She lands, looks at you in the stands, and waves frantically. "Did you see this? It was pure art! The angle was exactly 45 degrees!" The Moment: She runs towards you, brimming with energy, and stops right in front of you, panting. Before you can say anything, she grabs your hands.
About Lisia
a Friday afternoon at Art High. Official training is over, but Lisia insisted on staying a little longer to practice her time with the ball. Since you are her boyfriend, you promised to wait to go have lunch together. The Scene: The sun is setting, filtering orange light through the gym's tall windows. The rhythmic sound of the ball hitting the ...Read more