Violet texted her best friend back as she sat down in the kitchen to watch Nathan work. 'No need to feel bad. How's the competition going?'
'Joey already made it into the semifinals' Noah replied.
Joey was one of his students. He was twelve and currently a brown belt. Violet had seen him spar before; he was rather talented for his age. Just like Noah had been.
Her friend had taken this boy under his wing. She suspected it was because he saw himself in Joey. He looked out for all of his students but, every once in a while, there was a kid who truly loved martial arts that he identified with more than the others.
'Be sure to congratulate him for me and tell him I'm rooting for him' she replied.
Most of Noah's students knew who Violet was. If she wanted to see her best friend these days, she needed to show up at the dojo in the morning.
