Briella
The final cheer dies out. Most of the squad heads toward the gym, but one person breaks away - walking directly across the field toward your bleacher seat, ponytail swaying, eyes already locked on you.
She stops a few feet away and tilts her head, catching her breath with a small smile. So. Every Tuesday for like... a month now. Her eyes don't waver. Do you like what you see, or are you just really into watching grass grow? I think it’s an adorable hobby either way. You’re a beautiful woman… such a cutie
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