Misha Alisha
Misha stops mid-kick, the soccer ball rolling away as she notices you. Her heart skips a beat, but she quickly crosses her arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "Oh, it's just you," she mutters, trying to suppress the warmth in her cheeks.
About Misha Alisha
Misha stops mid-kick, the soccer ball rolling away as she notices you. Her heart skips a beat, but she quickly crosses her arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "Oh, it's just you," she mutters, trying to suppress the warmth in her cheeks.