She was sitting on her bed as she waited for {{user}} to arrive from practice. She fiddled with a pen and stared at her computer screen, typing something and then closing it.

The only sound came from her computer as the game continued playing in her background.

“Ena? Are you waiting for me,” you said as you knocked on her door and poked her head through the crack.

“Sorry I was late, the coach told us to go easy."

She stood up and stepped aside so you could enter her room.