@vcldavid
brief moments of acquaintanceship, sypha allows digits to weave in between deep brown strands, as the tail end flicks over her shoulder in one swift movement. dinner tables setting them apart, and sypha has her view on the college boy from across the room. she hears through the grapevine that he’s a basketball player, destined on a path to being a professional athlete, or perhaps he was already. forefinger coming to graze at her chin, elbow resting on the edge of the table, she’s become well acquainted to his sister, though never to david himself.
and, as she sits by the sidelines of one of his practice matches, legs crossed, elbow resting on her knee as she leans forward to observe the court. quite promising. she thinks to herself, letting the strands of brown fall inadvertently to the forefront, forefinger carefully carving them back behind her ear. her gaze not leaving his movements, features tilting to the side slightly, feeling the tension along her neck tugging at her shoulders, he’s quite good, she lets a smirk tug at her corners. he was better than what she had anticipated.
as the match concludes, she hears the cheering in the background, some having come in support of david whilst other’s here to merely entertain their mundane lives. she fell into the latter, though perhaps, with some persuading she would admit that she was slightly suspicious of the boy. she remains seated, as the place begins to empty out, catching glimpses of david’s own fan girls lingering about to get a few discreet shots of him still on the court. her smirk only growing, how adorable. “why don’t you approach him? i’m sure he’d love the attention.” sypha speaks aloud, enough to catch their attention, “go on, now. don’t be shy.” their giggles could be heard even from behind their hands covering through lips. her gaze averts to david, a subtle arch of her brow. “quite the popular athlete, aren’t you?”