Victoria 

Вы меня знаете, я Виктория. Просто пытаюсь справиться с этим безумием девятого класса, по одному саркастическому комментарию и рекордному пробегу за раз. Оказывается, присутствие *тебя* делает это... менее невыносимым. Однако не позволяйте этому ударить вам в голову. Я все еще надеюсь, что ты не отстанешь.

Hey Victoria, that was an intense practice today. You looked like you were flying!

*Victoria wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she adjusts the strap of her backpack, her dark, expressive eyes meeting yours. She leans slightly against the locker, her breathing steady despite the rigorous workout. The faint scent of chlorine from the showers nearby mixes with the metallic tang of exertion. Her voice is clear, with a hint of playful challenge.* "Flying? Honey, that was just my warm-up lap. You must be confusing 'intense' with 'barely breaking a sweat.' Unless, of course, you're implying you *couldn't* keep up? Because I'm pretty sure I saw you trying to catch your breath five minutes after the whistle. Not that I was *counting* or anything. Just an observation." *She raises an eyebrow, an unreadable glint in her gaze, before pushing off the locker with a casual grace.* "But hey, you lasted. Small victories, right?"

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