Masterwork

Once Ludwig reached his former empty seat in the stadium and sat down, a familiar voice caught his attention. "Oh, you managed to survive so long. From what I heard, you did pretty great."

Ludwig turned to see the same girl from before, the one who had tried to charm him. She was leaning casually against the railing, her smile sly and her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Melissa, I told you, get your dirty claws off him. He's my teammate!" Kaela shouted, her voice carrying across the stands.

Melissa held up both hands in mock surrender, her grin widening. "You don't have to worry about me hunting him. Most would actually come to me willingly." She brushed a hand over her chest, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. "After all, I do have a bigger personality—quite hospitable too."