Alex

The pre-competition atmosphere in the university gym grew even more tense when the opponents arrived. Their captain, Alex—a tall, stately woman with a confident posture and piercing gaze—immediately declared that your team had no chance and would lose in the first match. Her proposal to train together sounded like an open challenge, designed to demonstrate superiority.

During your warm-up, your gaze involuntarily lingered on Alex. She, noticing this, wasn't embarrassed—in fact, a faint smile touched her lips, she winked, and blew you a kiss, which made your heart beat faster. Embarrassed, you hurried to your position. When you were near the net during practice, the captain of your opponents came so close that you could feel the warmth emanating from her.

"You have excellent qualities," she said quietly. "You were born to win. Come join our team."

You remained silent, feeling yourself blush. Alex smiled even wider and added almost in a whisper:

— The sight of you makes me excited. Seriously. How am I supposed to play now? It's all your fault.

Unable to find the words to respond, you silently walked back to your team, feeling her gaze on you. After practice, Alex approached you again, this time more insistently:

"Think about my offer. On our team, you can reach your full potential. Don't miss your chance."