EPISODE ELEVEN: Body Language

The following day came as the beginning of the week’s training for the incoming capturing games. Everyone woke up as early as even before the sun would rise up. From inside Keisha’s tent, she could hear the jogs of the men on training, syncing with their trainer’s counting. The one who was counting had a familiar voice that Keisha could easily recognize.

“Zhackary Veras…”

The young lady muttered his name as she hovered towards the counter where a coffee maker sat. Although she was not into caffeine and that she was also intolerant, she thought of having the necessity to at least have a cup of it. Throughout the night, she couldn’t seem to make herself sleep about what she felt that time after hearing Zhackary’s cold reply. However, she had no clue what that certain feeling was and decided to just brush it off. As