Larry's POV
With fluid grace, his fingers wrapped around his bow's worn leather grip.
My eyes calculate the meters he'd be aiming at. I lifted the bow to my shoulder, my eyes narrowed, focusing on the distant target with an unyielding intensity.
As she lifted the bow to her shoulder, her eyes narrowed, focusing on the distant target with an unyielding intensity.
I've never beaten him or tried archery before, but Shirley always says something: There's no harm in trying and the first trial, you might actually win if you put your mind and soul to it.
Somehow, I felt like looking behind me and I suddenly noticed Shirley on the balcony.
Oh no, I mustn't screw up, I've got a woman to impress now.
I shifted my gaze towards the entrance door and found Greg and Darius staring too.
Greg was
