Angel was in a mood to skip-yes actual skippage- as she made her way down to the volleyball court. She had a fresh new volleyball
under her arm. After meeting Matvey in the infirmary, she had found him and asked if he wanted to hang out sometime. She didn't know if he would, because he never said anything about it, but she hoped that he would accept her invite to come play volleyball with her today. Honestly, she didn't even know if Matvey knew how
to play volleyball, but if he didn't, she wouldn't mind teaching him. Either way there would be a lot of fun. For some reason, Angel was determined to make the Hephaestus boy smile today. Maybe it was because he hardly smiled, and Matvey had a nice smile. It looked good on him. Yes, that was it.
Angel smiled as she spotted the sand court, her flip flips slapping as she jogged down to it. The dark haired demigod thought that she was pretty good at volleyball, she had played quite a bit when she wasn't surfing or working or something. Volleyball was a regular beach time activity, so naturally she had learned to plat at a young age. Plus, Willow needed someone
to practice her killer spike on. Her friend was the best spiker on the volleyball team at home, and Angel had the bruises to prove it. or she used to, before she learned how to keep the ball off the ground and not hurt herself.
Either way, she was already at the court. Demeter's daughter pulled her hair back in a ponytail high on her head, letting it swing for a moment. She slipped off her shoes and stepped into the sand. It was amazingly hot, nearly burning her feet. She dug her toes in to kick up some of the cooler stuff so it wouldn't feel so uncomfortable to run around. The girl tossed the ball up and caught it a few times, looking around for a sign of the familiar face. She still had no clue if Matvey would even come, but she prayed he would. Angel would look pretty stupid if she was here by herself and no one showed up. That would be pretty pathetic.
Angel noticed she probably looked like easy prey, anxious and nervous and awkward. So she turned her back to the cabin circle and practiced bumping the ball to herself. She was still anxiously waiting, but at least she was sort of distracted. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she zeroed in with concentration. Who cared if she looked stupid?