Jasper's pov
A week passed, and again, like every day, I would see her again and again.
Today she asked me something out of the ordinary. "My friend said she saw you fighting some kid." I nodded. "She said you were graceful. Can you teach me?" I laughed, but she was dead serious. "What, why?" "I um- I wanna bring flair to my next recording for the school. It's regarding-" "Karate, yeah I know." I said. She smiled and brought her knees up. "Can you teach me?" I looked at her. "I'm a kickboxer." I said. "I know, but come on." I sighed and helped her up. "I will teach you, what my grandpa taught me. Something less flair, but elegant, beautiful and it brings the same attention as flair." She nodded. "People think it's all about violence, but it's about flow. Now..... when I turn, I turn my body, I'm using my entire force to push into the punch, or the kick. But before, power, there's balance. If you kick, you may slip, or fall with no balance."
And I was there, for an hour, teaching her, until she perfected a single head kick.
