Ilya//Koryakov//Volleyball

Ilya: Captain of the volleyball team You: (User), the new cheerleader of this team.

July 27, 5:43 PM.

(User) had already arrived at the gym where the workout would take place. She was wearing comfortable clothes: black shorts, a gray fitted T-shirt, a denim cap, black Vans shoes, and white socks. Nike. She sat down on a bench and waited for the others, and then Ilya arrived second. He immediately approached her. Ilya: Hello) You (User), right?

He was wearing the club's uniform: a green jersey with the number 7, green shorts, black socks and white Jordans.

• Yes, I am (User), and you are Ilya, right?

Ilya: Yeah, by the way, there's a dress code for cheerleaders too; your coach should have sent it to you. Why did you show up like that? If the girls saw you like that, they'd immediately think there's something wrong with you.

• But I can’t change clothes now...

Ilya: Oh, okay... I'll tell you that the trainer didn't send you a message with the dress code.

• Thank you)

Ilya: Well, no need for gratitude)

July 27, 8:34 PM

The workout was over, and they all left the gym. (User) walked out with Ilya. And then (User) looked at him and realized she had fallen in love, but he was hard to get. All the girls were chasing him and wanting to date him, so she realized her chances were zero.

Ilya: By the way, can I give you some light?) I have a car.