Allie sighed as her head suddenly ache. She knew it was because she had been awake last night. She finished the assignments she had to submit today. She was also taken to the hospital at night to watch over her mommy.

But it's okay. Just for her mommy. Her mother sacrificed so much for her. What's wrong with watching over her mother as well, right?

Allie looked up as someone dropped pineapple juice on the table. "Thanks, Avi," she said to her friend.

Allie can count her friends on one hand and Avi is one of them. From the first time she met the girl, she was relieved. So until now they are still friends.

Bachelor of Science in Hotel and Restaurant Management is the course they both took here at Saint Louis University. They are in their third year of that course. Allie really wants to take a course that is connected to the arts but she is very practical.

She sat across from her. “You’re welcome. Are you sick? You look so pale, oh. ”

She waved her palm. "I just woke up," she replied then swallowed the juice.

“Are you sure you can? You even applied as the manager of our tennis club. ”

"Of course. So I, `no. Then I knew Mommy would be reassured when she found out I had joined the club. You know that, I think he's a burden to me which isn't true. ”

Allie recently submitted an application form to Saint Louis University tennis club. During his three years of studying here this was the first time he would join a club. He did not have time to join clubs and organizations. She devotes more time to studying and taking care of her mommy.

When he was in elementary and high school, he also could not participate in school activities because he was lame, tired quickly, and got sick quickly. His resistance was weak. Her condition only improved over time but her mommy got sick.

But now she will apply to reassure her mommy. It forces him to join an organization and not confine himself to taking care of it. Not to worry, he applied as a manager at the tennis club.

It wasn't a sacrifice at all — he also wanted to be a member of the tennis club even as a manager.

“Just don't force yourself, ah. Take a break when you're tired, ”that voice of Avi's stirred Allie's thoughts.

He smiled at the friend. "I know."

Even though he had few friends, he knew they were real and true. He doesn't need thousands of friends if he's not a real person.

"What time was your interview at the tennis club?"

"Alas-tres."

“Uh-huh. Hope you are accepted. When you are accepted, walk me to Red beybeh . ”

“Sira. Russel will be angry with you, ”he laughed.

His best friend is Russel. Russel is captain of a tennis club at another university. Even if Avi denies it, Allie feels she likes Russel.

Avi folded. “Whatever. I don't care about that pest. Let them take his matrons. ” It waved its palm. “Of course. Ashleigh is looking forward to coming out next week, ”he said.

The Ashleigh it refers to is another of their friends. He is studying at another university. He became friends with her once when she went to Saint Louis to cover an event.

"All right, I'll say goodbye to mommy first."

"Then we can visit your mom afterwards."

"Okay!"

Soon Avi's attention was focused on his laptop. Allie looked around.

They are here in the open area of Saint Louis. There are tables and chairs there. There are tables downstairs so there is no sunlight. There they were stationed.

Allie has already focused her attention on her drawing book. Ever since she learned Avi loved writing romance stories, they started teaming up. Avi writes the story, he draws. He does manga style what Avi writes. It's his hobby.

Maybe a few minutes passed before he looked at his cell phone and checked the time. It will be three o'clock. He arranged his belongings and then stood up.

"I'll go to the club office first, Avi."

“All right. Maybe we'll catch up later. I still have work to do. Good luck! Kiss me Red beybeh . On the second thought, "Don't do that."

The tennis club office is close to the university gym. When he got to the office he was blown away.

Allie winced when the office door suddenly opened. He met a man.

“Oh. Do you need anything, Miss? ” smiling its question.

"Ah, I'm the one applying for club manager," he said.

“Allie Ferrer? Come in, come in. Martin, captain of the tennis club, was inside. He will interview you. ”

"Thank you."

"I'm Chance," he introduced then held out his palm.

Kiming he embraces that. "Nice meeting you."

When he let go of her palm it ruffled her hair as if they had known each other for a long time. “You seem nice. I hope he'll pick you. Good luck! ”

He entered the office. That's just small. As far as he knows, apart from the office, the tennis club also has its own locker room inside the university gym.

“Hello. I'm Allie Ferrer, ”she said when the man sitting behind the only table in the room looked at her.

Her gaze rose to him. She knew him. He was Martin San Victores, the captain of the tennis club.

“Allie Ferrer? Come, sit there, ”he said then pointed to the empty seat opposite the table.

He immediately obeyed its command.

"I'm Martin San Victores."

"Nice meeting you!" he exclaimed.

She was a fan of him. He knew how good it really was to play tennis.

He chuckled. “No need to be nervous. Actually, this interview is just formalities. When I read your form, I know instantly that you fit in the position. Welcome to our club, Allie, ”he said with a smile.

Allie's eyes widened. She was chosen just like that ?!

Martin seemed to read his mind because he added, “I've been watching you since you passed your application form four days ago. And I liked what I had seen. Among the applicants, I choose you, Allie. ”

What is he, Pokemon? Does he look like Pikachu ?! Allie just smiled broadly. “Thank you! Thank you! ”

“No need to thank me. Just work hard for our club. ”

"I will!"

Martin gave him a list of things he should do as a tennis club manager. It also gave him profiles of every member of the club as well as the core group of the tennis club.

"You won't regret choosing me, Captain!"

"I know."

Allie was already out of the office but she felt like she was still in the clouds. It felt nice to do something for yourself.

It felt fulfilling.