i was practicing on my own in the school's swimming pool for my competition. once i did a lap, i heard soft footsteps echoing and peeked out of the water. it was evelyn, my sworn rival.

i smirked and swam to the edge where she was walking to, careful not to slip since the floor was wet. she had some papers in her hand, i noticed, while i was leaning my elbows on the edge of the pool, waiting.

"to what do i owe the pleasure, tesoro?"