a huff and a puff , tired hands that refused to demonstrate the strength she knows she has . will dramatically blame it on her own body weight she’s been throwing up in the air all day ( or more so the last few hours ) . turns to the figure next to her , like a child holding out her bottle , “ can you pleaseeee open this , “ she asks , pout in full force , “ i just spent like a hour trying to do so ? and it just won’t budge , “ the smallest sighs , head finding her hands to rest in . “ i think i’m just cursed today .. “ typical logic for the girl , a few things don’t work out well for her and she’s convinced up and down that she’s being set up . “ i just basically got beat up at practice , “ leg rising as to show them her newly gifted bruise , “ and earlier ? i stopped to get a muffin , one stinkin muffin and this guy spilled his iced coffee all over my shoes , “ head shaking at the thought , “ what do you think ? cursed or just a bad day , “ a smile finally breaking out on to her lips , “ because at this rate ? im thinking you should move over a bit so it doesn’t rub off on you , “ tongue sticking out before breaking into small giggles .
‘‘probably a bad day, since i’m here to help you out... if you were cursing your bottle would’ve slip between your fingers and break on the concrete,’‘ he added with a smirk, taking the bottle from her hands before twisting the cap off it. Ashael was surprised at how easy it was, for him, to do so... Maybe she loosened it, maybe. ‘‘what kind of practice was it, MMA?’‘
