The Quiet Girl in the Dojo Who Made Every Black Belt Bow

that, he asked Maya if she wanted to practice before class.

Maya looked at him suspiciously.

“Are you being nice or weird?”

Tyler rubbed the back of his neck.

“Trying to be nice. Probably doing it weird.”

She laughed.

That helped.

Bryce took longer.

Pride had roots in him.

He liked being admired.

He liked being first.

He liked walking into the room and having continue reading …