ELEANOR’s POV.
Walking into the training arena the next day didn’t fill me with joy as usual. Not like I wasn’t looking forward to training but I didn’t know how I was going to face Branko. I couldn’t lie that my heart fluttered when I thought about him but then, he rejected me yesterday and it was almost laughable.
“Elle?” A familiar voice called out to me as I walked across the field. I turned to see Jorge coming towards me. His entire body is covered with sweat, he had been training. Somehow it made me remember the first time we trained together and I felt that spark. That was the last time I ever trained with Jorge or heard him teasing me subtly.
My face broke into a pretentious smile as I saw him. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone about anything yet.
“Hey Jorge. What’s up?” I asked.
