Their friendship was something that wasn't destined to deepen.
She approached the opponent after the friendly match. She didn't know why she wanted to talk to her. The player wasn't so fantastic that it blew her away, nor was she so beautiful that she couldn't look away.
- Tall.- Dark-skinned.- Looked good.- Reserved.
She had sat and thought about the first words she should say when she eventually approached the girl, and the more she stole glances at her the more she felt she shouldn't do it, there wasn't going to be a benefit or loss anyway.
What was it that was drawing her in? The fact that she was the only other position 3 player she knew aside herself? She knew that wasn't it.
A crush? It wasn't that either.
Either way, she walked up to her and strung a clumsy line of words into a few sentences before she got her number.
Indeed, there was no benefit or loss, and their friendship remains shallow, but she's glad she did what she did.