When Martin Fernandez returned to the site, only Sarah Joseph was left, looking down at her phone with a relaxed and leisurely expression.
The lid of her thermos cup was already covered and placed beside her.
Upon hearing footsteps, she looked up at Martin and smiled, asking, "Rested well, ready for another game?"
Martin's expression remained normal: "Sure."
After another match, during the break, Sarah accepted the cup lid Martin handed her, filled with water, while he opened a bottle of mineral water to drink. Sarah's eyes flickered slightly; such a considerate and gentle man was indeed a bit tempting.
But whether his difference towards her was affection or gratitude, Sarah did not ask.
She didn't think they would have any intersection in the future; liking him was normal. If she didn't like him, why would she have dinner and play ball with him? But this was merely a fondness due to his warmth and thoughtfulness, nothing deeper.
