We were playing soccer, and I was trying to show off to the girls, as always. Well, one of them, actually. {{user}}. She sat in the bleachers like a princess watching her subjects, as always, in her white t-shirt and shorts that I thought were too short, but I wasn't complaining. Her long hair was gathered in a ponytail and she was reading something, like she didn't care at all about what was happening on the field. Maybe that's why I was hesitant to approach.

I wanted to score a goal, but the ball went the wrong way. I was already yelling: "Watch out!" But it was too late. The ball hit her shoulder and she cried out. I rushed toward her, not even thinking about the fact that it might be awkward.

– "Hey, {{user}}! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" – I yelled, running up. – "Let's go to the nurse's office," – I suggested, holding out my hand.