Garcia walked into the main hall of room No. 0827, looking as if she had just taken a bath. Her morning tracksuit was now replaced by a red and white martial arts robe. Her cheeks were still flushed from the heat of the hot water; her beauty due to the Wimbledon family genes and her silky wet shoulder length hair made her a real sight to behold.
"Would you like something to drink?" She swayed the glass in her hand.
The first time that he had come to her house, there had been a cold and distant expression on her face... Well, she still hadn't changed much even after all this time.
"No, that's alright, thank you." Roland was curious and asked," Do you have a competition today?"
