The door was slowly opening; a tiny noise filled the classroom. A girl with brown eyes and red hair was late for the class. Trying not to make any more noises, the redhead took a deep breath and slowly walked behind the teacher, sat down and tried to relax. She couldn't have stopped smiling; seeing that everybody around her were deeply concentrated about relaxing and breathing. Playing with her face muscles, she did the best trying not to laugh; it was her 2nd class of karate; one more thing left to learn – not to smile during the process. She barely knew anybody in this classroom – the teacher included. Suddenly, she sneezed. While looking around to see the class' reaction, her eyes were wide open; nobody hadn't paid too much attention to the girl who had just sneezed. There was no way she would relax – the class was already over for her. All she noticed was a guy, sitting across her at the end of the classroom, smiling while he was trying to relax too. She was glad she wasn't the only one out of concentration in here. The guy, who had a long black hair, hazel eyes and a labret started talking to her using his hands; he showed at him, then at her and moments later at the exit door. She smiled at the same time the bell rang. Everyone immediately started talking and walking around her. She was still sitting at the floor. 'Why did I take this boring karate classes?' – she thought. While trying to stand up, the tall tattooed guy walked to her and reached his hand to help her to get up. She looked up; with a tiny smile as she accepted the help; the redhead reached her hand and the guy pulled her up. Standing in front of him, the redhead added: "Thanks."
"You're welcome." – the guy responded very gently.
"I wonder why had I decided to take these boring karate classes. It's my 2nd time in here and it already started annoying me!"
He laughed. "I was about to say that too. I've been going to karate classes for a while and I have the same feeling as you. Nothing can replace wrestling."
The redhead was stocked. "Wrestling?"
"Yeah."
"How come I haven't thought of wrestling?"
The tattooed one smirked. "I'd rather leave this class and show you the place I'm training in."
"Would you do that?" – the redhead shined.
"Yeah, why not? By the way, my name is Phil. Phil Brooks."
"Oh. I'm Amy Dumas. Nice to meet you, Phil."
"Nice to meet you too Amy."
They shook hands.
With smiles on their faces, Phil and Amy headed towards the exit door. Leaving their costumes in the locker room, the tattooed one helped Amy to wear her jacket. She smiled.
"So, tell me something about wrestling." – Amy said while exiting the building.
'This is going to be good.' – Phil thought while following Amy and thinking of one answer that would match her question the best.
Hello karate, good bye karate.
