It was a sunny day in New York. A tall building surrounded by trees is occupied by several groups of people who know how to shoot and take pride in knowing how to. A competition is commonly present in this particular building: who can shoot the most targets in a given time. Of course, Nathan Anders takes the victorious title for this repetitive competition. The amount of money he earned for this is astounding.
The champion is often challenged by numerous people a week, each miserably losing, humiliating themselves in the process, and losing money. Today, he is challenged by a group of 20-something-year-old men who are severely serious and confident. Well, apart from Cole Jackman. The competition began at around 1:15 in the afternoon, it is now 2:15 and Nathan unsurprisingly beat and humiliated 9 out of 10 of them. It is now Cole vs Nathan.
They are given 5 targets, in which you only get a shot at once. Nathan immediately shot all 5 and could not wipe that smug look off of his face. He turned to Cole and waited for him to begin, arrogance clear in his demeanor. Cole shot and missed, and missed, and missed. With every missed target, a snicker from Nathan and his group of friends can be heard. Nathan's bound to come home with a shit ton of money.
A girl watches them from behind, scoffing at Nathan's arrogance and cringing at Cole's horrible shooting skills. She felt the second-hand embarrassment as Nathan shot all targets with dexterity, while the new guy shot none. He's left with two shots.
She interjected, "close the eye opposite your dominant hand".
They all turned their heads toward the direction of where the voice came from, confused, especially Cole.
Nathan shot his brow up and said, "and who are you?"
The girl ignored him and walked towards the group of men, standing beside Cole and leaning on a table. "You right-handed?", she asks.
Cole nodded, still confused. "Close your left eye, make sure the pistol is straight and your sight is aligned." She instructed as Cole hesitantly obeyed, still in utter confusion. Nathan stared at the girl in amusement, trying to read her.
"Great. Grip it properly. Breathe out when you shoot." Cole nodded and did as she said, surprisingly hitting the can 5 meters away from him. Everyone in the group cheered and clapped, some whispering among one another.
She smiled to herself and slightly turned to leave when Nathan asked, "you know how to shoot?"
She turns to him and smirked, "I wouldn't have instructed him if I didn't know how to, would I?"
Nathan smirks back at the tone of her voice, full of sarcasm. He opened his mouth to say something when she immediately walked away.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" He calls as she calmly strides away.
"Next time, play with someone your own level."
Nathan chuckled and managed to get the last word in. "What, like you?"
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