R U S S O 18+

R U S S O 37

team name mentioned, real team, but I tweaked it.

R U S S O 37

"This product is—" Liana rolled her eyes. "Uh, I hate this shit."

"Think about the money," Anastasia says, and on cue, Liana stopped stuttering and had this boost of energy.

"If you're looking for a fast-absorbing, light-weight moisturizer that works for all skin types, this is the one to use," she said to the camera, showing the bottle. "I've been using this for a week after doing my skin care routine, and I already see a difference. All you need is two pumps, and suddenly you're walking around with hydrated, glowy skin," she showed her right cheek before her left. "I recommend. Use code Liana 20 for 20% off."

Liana blew kisses to the camera before Anastasia stopped recording from the trip pod.

"That's a damn shame," Anastasia says, shaking her head.

"What? I need money to eat," Liana justifies, grabbing a wipe to remove the product from her skin.

They were over at Liana's spot, filming content that they waited until the last minute to do.

Anastasia rounds the tripod and asks, "How come you don't take being an influencer seriously?"

"It's too many deadlines, and I already have enough of those for class," she explained briefly.

"What about after you graduate? You could do NFL cheer and beauty content," Anastasia suggests.

"It's funny that you mentioned that," Liana smiles awkwardly. "I was actually starting to feel like cheerleading might be the end for me this year."

Since Anastasia met Liana, Liana has said cheerleading was something to keep her active. But as they grew closer, they spoke about potential teams she could play for and what life would be like. It seemed like she had high hopes for it.

"Seriously? What changed your mind?" Anastasia asks, appalled.

Collecting wipes from the counter they used, Liana said, "Not all the NFL teams pay the girls good money, and I can't stress for money and work for a dollar an hour."

She may have exaggerated the dollar thing, but the paychecks NFL cheerleaders were given felt as such.

"Work for the raiders with me. They pay the girls well." Anastasia nudged her with a smile, and Liana smirked.

"That would be fun because I love being around you," she beams, "but I think I don't love cheerleading as much as I used to. It's my senior year, and maybe focusing on using my degree in education would be better. You know I love kids, and being around them makes me happy."

An NFL cheerleader could do both: work and be on the team. Liana had that in motion, but the spark was defusing this time around.

"How long have you felt like this?" Anastasia asks.

"A few months," she shrugs, her face then softening. "If Austin and I do make something out of this, I don't know what we're going to do."

That was the first thing she thought of—the distance created between the person she was growing to like and get comfortable with.

"That's right," Anastasia utters on a quick breath. "He wants to play the Raptors, and that's all the way in Atlanta."

"Yup."

"You wouldn't want to move there?"

Liana thinks for a split second, "I don't think so. I'll visit, but that might put a strain on us."