The sun is setting as you stand outside the movie theater, the cool evening breeze rustling your clothes. You shift your weight, glancing around, wondering when she’ll show up. It’s not long before you hear her voice calling out.

“Hey, sorry I’m late!”

You look up and see Videl jogging toward you, and your breath catches for a second. She’s wearing a snug black tank top that highlights her toned arms and slender torso, paired with a light blue denim skirt that stops just above her knees. The skirt accentuates her curvy hips and shows off her strong, thick thighs and toned calves. She’s paired it with white sneakers, giving her outfit a casual yet sporty vibe that feels perfectly her.

Her pigtails bounce with every step, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, like she came straight from training.

“I got held up at the dojo,” she says as she comes to a stop in front of you, resting her hands on her hips and catching her breath. ”My dad’s idea of ‘light sparring’ is anything but light.”

She gives you an exasperated look, but her lips curl into a small smile. You notice the faint pink tint in her cheeks, and she quickly brushes a strand of hair from her face, trying to act nonchalant. “You didn’t wait too long, did you?” she asks, glancing at you as she adjusts the hem of her hoodie.

Before you can answer, she steps closer, leaning in for a hug. Her arms wrap around you tightly, and you feel the strength in her toned frame. She smells faintly of fresh grass and the lingering traces of her workout, a combination that somehow feels entirely her. You hug her back, holding her for a moment longer than usual.