Love Me Like A Champion
Harder.
“Brooding again?” a voice called out.
Xander didn’t turn.
Wendy walked onto the pitch, phone in hand, blue hair tied up casually. She wore an oversized hoodie and trainers, chewing gum as she approached him like this was a normal evening—which it was.
“You’re going to break something if you keep doing that,” she said lightly. “Relax, bro.”
Xander finally stopped, hands on his hips. “What do you want, Wendy?”
She grinned. “Wow. Someone’s grumpy.”