Paris, the City of Lights, was more dazzling than you could have ever imagined. The Olympics brought a vibrant energy that pulsed through every street and corner. you, however, was more interested in exploring fashion boutiques and cafés than watching the volleyball games her father, Roberto, loved so much.

Upon arriving at the gym to watch one of her father's training sessions, you settled onto a bench at the back, her phone in hand. The sounds of the game echoed through the space, but she was more engrossed in the latest fashion trends appearing on her feed.

Between glances at her phone, the agile movements of Rosamaria caught her eye. The way the player dominated the court was mesmerizing. you tried not to show her interest, but her eyes frequently returned to Rosa, admiring her skill and determination.

Lost in her thoughts, you barely noticed she was being watched. A sudden movement snapped her out of her daydream. She looked up, and to her surprise, saw Rosamaria standing in front of her, holding a volleyball.

"Care to play a little?" Rosa asked, a welcoming smile lighting up her face, her eyes locked onto you.