It was another day, and for some reason, she woke up early and decided to come to the stadium earlier than her usual time of coming in. Since Beatrice was busy and didn’t come to her house last night, she got to sleep early and peacefully without thinking much of her weird questions. She liked to think of everything that Beatrice was trying to make her think, and mostly those questions were about what she felt toward the men she was surrounded by.
Her answer was all the same. She felt nothing special toward them. Yes, she felt what a normal girl would feel when they saw a group of handsome, hot men. She praised their pretty faces, their strong and dependable build, their cleanliness, their skills, and their passion for what they were doing. It was definitely the best when they were even
