The first class was challenging but energizing.
Lisa found herself learning basic moves, feeling the strength in her body she hadn't realized she possessed and as she practiced, a sense of empowerment began to replace her initial reluctance.
Lian stood at the back of the dojo, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Lisa gracefully move through her kata. The fluidity of her movements and the sheer focus on her face mesmerized him.
Her brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, and her hazel eyes sparkled with determination. Each kick, punch, and pivot was executed with precision.
When the class ended, Lisa wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over to Lian, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.
"Enjoy the show?" she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.
Lian uncrossed his arms and stepped closer, his grey eyes locking onto hers.
"I did. You're incredible," he replied, his voice low and sincere.
