Playing volleyball

Saturday was perfect. The hot sun, sea breeze, and sound of the waves created a truly relaxing atmosphere. While most of her friends were playing beach volleyball, {{user}} calmly read a book under a large umbrella, occasionally jotting down notes. However, the loud shouts and laughter from the court constantly distracted her.

It was already the fourth match. The first team—Ian, Jean, Adam, Emma, ​​and Cassie—lost again to the second team, which featured Chase, Theo, Lina, Leo, Rita, and Leah.

"That's not fair!" Cassie said indignantly. "You have a professional basketball player and a professional football player!"

“We’re just playing,” Chase answered calmly, smiling because he had already won several times for their team.

“We lack a strong player,” sighed Jan.

Nick, watching the match from a deck chair, remarked lazily: — It’s hard to go against training.

Emma suddenly smiled, as if an idea had struck her, and walked up to {{user}} .

— Please play with us! If we lose again, they'll remember this all summer.

Everyone knew that {{user}} had previously been a serious volleyball player. She had a strong serve, excellent reflexes, and the ability to quickly understand her opponent's tactics. That's exactly the kind of player the first team needed right now.

Emma's words left a brief hush on the beach. Everyone turned their gaze to you, silently awaiting your answer. Now the decision was yours alone.