Your friend had dragged you to a practice volleyball match, just so she could admire her crush--- the spiker.

You weren't paying much attention, until someone yelled, "Watch out!"

A girl dove towards you, a libero, sliding closer to try and save the ball. The volleyball hit the floor behind you, now out of bounds.

But now, there was some girl between your legs. Her jersey said number eight.

"Hola mami." She said, winking at you.