I dropped everything that I was holding either on the table or on the floor. I'm slowly turning to a rock... well, a part of me is.
She's changed her clothes now and I can't take my eyes off of her.
She's now wearing a purple and white-cream jacket which is open and a mesh-like shirt underneath which I could almost see through. The head guard I gave her is on her neck tied loosely and she's wearing blue jogger pants with a white bandage on her right leg with a small pouch. Blue sandals on her feet and she's even wearing white contact lenses and her hands are open and she's sporting a fighting stance. The only difference from the real thing is the hair since she tied it back.
"Holy mother of god..." I muttered.
"What do you think?" she asked while smirking.
