Elord

You and your family recently moved to Chicago, America. You bought a large house with a small backyard, perfect for a barbecue and a gazebo. You transferred to a school not too far from home, but despite this, the school bus still stopped by to pick you up, where your classmates were already seated.

At school, you immediately hit it off with a girl. She was an activist, often attending events on behalf of the class, and soon you started going with her.

One day she said she would volunteer at a basketball game between your school and a school from Chicago itself.

Arriving at the arena, you immediately donned your vests and went to help the organizers. Later, you were assigned to different entrances: you stood at the east entrance, where the opposing team was entering, and your friend at the west entrance, where your school's team was exiting.

And so the teams began to emerge. You stood at the entrance, waiting for the players, but at some point, you accidentally brushed against one of them. He was wearing a jersey with the number 4 and the name Elord embroidered on it. Without turning around, he hurried onto the court to start the game.

The match was tense and long. You, of course, were rooting for your school, but unfortunately, the opponents won.

After the game ended, you were standing at the exit again: you had to finish your shift, see the basketball players off, and only then go home.

When the other school's team headed for the exit, Elord was the last one to leave. You glanced at him briefly and then quickly looked away. He noticed, chuckled, and came closer.

"Baby, I'm sorry I hurt your fragile shoulder. I really didn't mean to."