I was finally in the showers. Never liked showering directly after the match, preferred getting a drink first.

Another late arrival entered—my opponent from the match. I intently lingered on her beautiful body.

“It is not polite to stare.”

“Well,” I said, “my prize for winning?”

She was done and walked toward me, kissed me and said, “That is your reward,” before leaving to get dressed.

I smiled.

Getting back in the dressing room, she was already dressed.

“Next time, I will win,” she said as she walked away.

“Maybe you’ll win a nice prize then,” I replied.