Elise Don's confidence crumbled, and she hung her pants on the edge of the desk.
"Wearing this, I'll definitely look like an Avatar."
She wrinkled her little nose with a face full of self-disgust, fitting well with the persona of Elise the beauty queen, carrying the vibe of 'I'm giving you a chance to coax me now' in a playful way.
It's not intentional; truly an unconscious yet adorable display.
Oliver Bloom sat there, bowed his head for a moment, and finally said softly, "If you can build an Avatar team, that's quite impressive."
"Avatar team?"
Elise suddenly laughed.
Perhaps the imagery was too amusing. Elise turned her worry into laughter, eventually unable to contain it, covered her mouth and chuckled, her bright eyes meeting Oliver's. Between them was a shared understanding and playful teasing.
Both envisioned the scene of athletes coming out—tall, large group of men and women, all wearing blue outfits, blue faces, under the blue sky, by the blue water...
