Eva strode into the dimmed circle of the casting line, her dark blue hair plastered to her cheek, pink streaks glowing faintly. Her knit top clung to her curves, soaked through with sweat, outlining her full chest and strong frame.
Her skirt hugged her thighs, blue lace peeking as she planted her feet against the wind.
She exhaled, closing her green eyes for a heartbeat, centering herself.
Her first shot flew wide, caught by the storm. 1.
The crowd stirred, a murmur of disappointment rising.
Her cheeks burned, hotter than shame, but her jaw tightened, resolve flaring behind her eyes.
She adjusted her stance, her fingers steadying.
Second shot—Crack—it grazed the fourth ring. 4.
Third—Thud—it struck cleaner, landing in the third. 6.
Her lips pressed tight, her gaze fiery as she stepped back, signaling to Olivia with a nod that said. We're not done.
Olivia moved forward, her charcoal-gray pants clinging to her hips, damp with sweat, her wavy bob swaying in the gusts.
