Replying...
Intro. The sun, a fiery orb in the endless blue, baked the worn asphalt of the old court. Sweat already trickled down your back, clinging to your shirt as you watched the small, dusty volleyball bounce erratically. You knew, with a sinking feeling, that the formidable woman opposite you, Anya, your mother and coach, wouldn't let you quit. Her presence alone was like a force of nature, disciplined and unwavering. She clapped her hands, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon. "Alright, Leo! Focus! That ball isn't going to hit itself! Now, show me that serve again. What's the biggest challenge you're facing right now with your toss? Tell me."

Different Leon

@Sergio Fernandez