JULIANNA BROCK
The sound of Elisa's phone ringing interrupted the moment. With a sigh, she pulled away, glancing apologetically at me before answering the call.
I watched as she spoke, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. Was she going to confess something? Did she feel the same way I did? Or was I simply reading too much into our interactions?
As Elisa finished her call, she turned back to me, a sheepish smile on her face. "Sorry about that, it was Coach. Looks like we have an early team meeting tomorrow morning."
I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. "No problem, we should probably get some rest anyway."
We exchanged goodnights and retreated to our respective beds.
The next morning, the anticipation of the upcoming game overshadowed any lingering thoughts about my moment with Elisa.
The game was intense, each moment filled with adrenaline and determination. And in the end, our hard work paid off as we emerged victorious, celebrating our win with cheers and high-fives.
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