Rosaline’s Invitation

"I didn't think our freshman year was hiding such a good soccer player," Rosaline teased with a smile in the private room.

Hiro scratched his head, acting embarrassed, but he was grinning with confidence.

He responded while smiling, "It was only a matter of time before I made it big, it's nothing serious."

"You didn't rely on your special abilities to perform so well, did you?" Rosaline asked seriously all of a sudden.

Hiro scoffed. "Do you think I'm that foolish? Of course not, this is all raw, pure talent!"

Rosaline looked deeply into Hiro's eyes for a prolonged moment before slowly nodding her head. "Okay, I believe you. I'm glad you know how important it is to hold back… By the way, what level did you reach now? I can find a vector measuring machine for you if you want."

"No need," Hiro waved his hand. "Weak is weak, it doesn't matter how weak."