The morning sun painted the training field in hues of gold and orange. A light mist hung in the air, carrying the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. The warriors were a flurry of motion, their bodies stretching and flexing like coiled springs. I was in the midst of my warm-up routine when I spotted Mia approaching from the edge of the field. Her face was etched with a mix of nervousness and determination.
"Mia," I greeted her, pausing my stretches. "What's on your mind?"
She hesitated, her eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. "Elena," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."
I nodded, encouraging her to continue. "I'm listening."
Mia took a deep breath. "I... I think I have a crush on Lukas." Her voice was barely audible over t
