-CHRIS-
"What are you doing?" a girl's voice spoke up behind me.
"I'm in the middle of a soccer game, can't you tell?" I said, continuing to juggle my soccer ball without even glancing her way.
"Don't you mean football, since it's played with your feet?" I could hear her approaching as I lined up my shot towards the goal.
The ball flew right into the center and I turned to answer her. "Maybe where you're from, but here we call it soccer. Football is a different sport altogether."
She came so close that I could see her big forest green eyes and rosy cheeks. Her dark hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a red polka-dotted sweater.
She was pretty.
"Where I come from we call it calcio, because we play with our feet. Can you teach me how to play it? I learn quickly." She lift
