Arthur and Georgiana stood on the sandy beach, the sun getting warm on top of them. Georgiana, stood steady in her sneakers, and on her feet despite the uneven ground. She listened intently and she was focused on Arthur who was right behind her and as he positioned her hands, preparing her for the perfect punch.
Arthur, his hands guiding hers, spoke with a calm authority.
“Alright, you want to make sure you keep your wrist straight and your knuckles aligned. This is important to avoid injury.”
Georgiana nodded, feeling the pressure of his hands adjusting hers.
“Got it." She said, Immediately looking back at him.
"But why are you okay with getting punched? Isn’t it dangerous?”
Arthur chuckled softly.
“Since I was a kid, I’ve been involved in boxing. I’ve taken my fair share of hits
