Milla Will POV
I spotted a new girl standing near me. She must have just arrived, since I didn't see her approaching from the combat area and she wasn't wearing gym clothes.
"Yes? How can I help you?" I asked politely.
"I'm Lisa, you're my new classmate, right?" she said hesitantly, her doe-black eyes locked on me. She had short, black hair, and she reminded me of a cat.
I didn't remember her being my classmate, but that's because I didn't even try to remember half of my classmates' faces. So this wasn't a big deal.
"Milla will," I extended my hand for a handshake.
She took my hand and shook it. "If you don't mind, can I ask why you're standing here? Everyone's doing warm-ups."
"Oh, I don't have gym shorts with me," I explained.
"Maybe you can have mine," Lisa sweetly offered. "I h
