No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Haley made a quick dodge to the side.

The speed was so unexpected that I couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

While still chuckling, I grabbed the remote she'd tossed aside, "What are you so scared of? It's just a remote."

Haley's face turned from red to white, clearly upset.

I had already turned on the TV, getting back to the game. It was a nail-biter, tied at 8-8, approaching match point. The next score would be crucial.

"Get out!" Haley suddenly snapped at me.

I didn't put down the remote but aimed it at her. "Chill out, let me watch the game. We can talk after."

Admittedly, I was teasing Haley a bit, but I genuinely wanted to watch the game.

While most people were into pop stars and movie celebrities, I had a different taste. I was all about this girl on TV playing table tennis. Her journey from underdog to champion was just so cool! Haley surprisingly quieted down after that, and I threw in a challenge, "Let's make a bet. Guess who wins, and I'll grant you any wish, no matter what it is."

"Really?" Haley asked, skeptical.

"You can record it," I said, just as the game resumed and the other player scored a point. I looked at my favorite player, trailing by a point, then asked Haley again, "Well, you betting?" Haley didn't respond, unsure whether she didn't believe me or just couldn't make a guess.

her thing. She was more about

stunning return, the score

glancing at Haley, "Only two points left. If you

called

Just one minute.

to Haley, who was staring at me with a complex look in her eyes, hard to

you haven't guessed, you'll lose your chance," I reminded

snorted, then smiled, "Felicia, if you want to make a deal, just

with the naive

it be,"

players sat in their corners, focusing intensely,

signaling the end of the timeout,

timeout's over, you've

I warned her,

"Felicia, you wouldn't dare..."

cut her off, pointing

glared at me, frustrated,

wn

resumed their rapid exchange, driving the small white ball back and