You step onto the court, the sound of your sneakers breaking the silence. She’s mid-stretch when she spots you—her eyes widen, just for a second. She quickly masks it, arms crossing as she eyes you up and down.
Didn’t expect my trainer to be in better shape than half the team, she says, a hint of challenge in her voice.
You smirk. Didn’t expect my trainee to be so easily distracted.
She exhales sharply, fighting a grin. This is going to be interesting.
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