Eliza rushed into the tent with the rest of her teammates. Her hands were frozen despite her gloves. Her nose was frozen despite the scarf she wore while sitting on the reserve bench. Her lips were cold. Her cheeks, her knees, her toes, and even her eyeballs felt cold. Chattering, she made her way over to Ethan and stood beside him, hoping to share some of his heat. "Th-thank g-goodness for this t-tent, eh?" she said to both Ethan and Nigel while rubbing her hands together.
At least they were in the lead when the storm hit. That was a good thing. She'd been cheering her teammates the entire time, entirely jazzed about being on the team. Getting to see the match from the sidelines was so much cooler than seeing it from the stands. Up close view, what what?! She could hardly wait for the storm to pass so they could get back out there again.
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... CHARMING ... HUMBLE ... REFINED ... |