Chapter 55

"Shouldn't you be resting? "I asked as I approached the court.

Picasso gestured with his shoulders, still keeping his eyes fixed on me.

"I'm not necessarily playing. It's just that I don't miss an opportunity to show off around.

"I've noticed," I pinned, taking a meaningful look at the exposed and sweaty muscles. All the other players were wearing shirts, even though they were too thin and sticking to their skins. The attention was on Picasso, anyway. Because he is who he was and because he is a little more attractive than usual. “Do you feel better?

"Yes, it was just a scratch," he said, in a casual tone, although the spots were still very visible against the tanned skin. Picasso unkempt his hair, making a few drops of sweat plummet from the hair. "Why don't you have fun like the other girls?

"Because I'm not like them.

"Yeah, but he's just looking at everyo