"The task is simple, novice," Patrick started. He handed me the stick, which I accepted.
"We will wear this box on your head while the others throw beer cans at you. You have to prevent them from shooting these cans in the box. You can deflect it using your lightsaber," he laughed. I looked at the stick I was holding.
Somehow, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least this doesn't involve nudity, like what I was worried about earlier.
Patrick then inched closer to me and attached the box to my head. He tugged at it to make sure it wouldn't come off.
"Five minutes. You have five minutes," he told me, pushing me in the middle. The team took the beer cans separately. I hold on to my stick like it's a lightsaber.
Focus, Arya. Sharpen your feelings. Just assume that this is just one of those blind boxing sessions that you and Rennan used to have until your brother CL discovers that and scolds you.
"In my count.. five.. four.. three.. two.. one."
