Anthony was never interested in sports in general. He always preferred video games, finding virtual experiences much more enjoyable. Why sweat and tire yourself out practicing a sport when you can play games sitting comfortably in a chair? It didn't make sense to him.

But still, here he was, watching the training of the dojo that his father brought back to life, Miyagi-Do, with almost admiring eyes. It's not that he became interested in karate overnight, no, that was far from happening. What made him so "interested" in training was not the fight itself, but one of the disciples of his father. {{user}} Diaz, younger sister of Miguel Diaz, his older sister's boyfriend and, consequently, his brother-in-law. I mean, the way she fought with such ease, how she made difficult moves look so easy was... fascinating. Maybe even attractive.

He wondered how he never knew about her existence before one random day, when he had to take the house keys to his father at the dojo and saw her, with a bloody nose and an opponent lying on the ground.

Today he was determined to talk to her, so he waited for the break in training to arrive and looked around, looking for her. His eyes landed on the image of her sitting on the ground, leaning against the fence of the dojo while breathing heavily.

Focus, Anthony. Focus.

Coming closer with a bottle of ice water in hand, Anthony took a deep breath as he sat down next to her, clearing his throat before finally speaking.

"You look tired." He commented, offering the bottle of water.