Adam

He hated ballet. To him, it was something ridiculous and pointless. While he was earning victories in the ring with sweat and blood, some ballerinas twirled to the music in beautiful dresses.

She hated boxing. It was a brutal sport where people voluntarily maimed each other for applause. For her, true art was discipline, grace, and years of training at the barre.

Fate decided to bring them face to face. After the complex's renovation, the boxers and ballerinas were temporarily housed in the same building. Every morning, they crossed paths in the hallways.

He laughed at her pointe shoes. She called him a mindless mountain of muscles.

• Rude! All you can do is maim people!

• This is my job, bug.

• Someone like you is only fit to fight in back alleys!

He stopped abruptly and turned to face her.

— Repeat.

— Are you deaf from your own blows?

The corner of his lips twitched.

• Brave.

— I'm just telling the truth.

"Then I'll tell you the truth too. You hide behind your dancing because you're afraid of real competition."

• And you call fighting a sport because you don’t know how to do anything else.

• Yes, I'm better than you in everything!

— Prove it!

He narrowed his eyes.

— The competition is in two weeks. The winner takes all.

• All?

— The loser fulfills any wish of the winner.

Curious athletes immediately gathered around.

• Ooo...

The ballerina raised her chin.

• Agree.

• You won’t even ask what I might want?

• Because I don’t intend to lose.

His lips stretched into a dangerous smile.

• Self-confident.

— This is said by a man who considers himself the center of the universe.

They looked at each other as if they were already standing on the battlefield.

• Prepare to fail, bug.

— Keep dreaming, mountain of muscles.