In one swift movement Daniel is on his feet and walking down the gravel path behind Christine. In his hands he puts his water bottle back in his bag and loops it through his arms and onto his shoulders. She doesn't appear to hear him behind her. He remains silent for about a minute before speaking.

I understand.

That was all he said. Christine sharply turns around on the spot, causing Daniel to kick up dust as he quickly halts so he doesn't walk into her. His arms are up a little from a small reflex action.

I-I mean, I could! I mean, there's no reason to alienate everyone, is there? You were an amazing competitor on Wednesday, and occasionally I caught myself glancing over to see some amazing maneuvers pulled off by you during the match.

Daniel feels his face heat up a little, causing him to slightly blush. He'd been very socially awkward when younger and often-times overdoes compliments. Although they were usually followed by the awkward-

...And then I'd get my ass handed to me for not keeping an eye on my opponent!

...awkward joke. Daniel blushes a little more but nothing extreme. He was making an effort to befriend her, because she should at least deserve one. Even if he is a dumb English kid with a bright orange backpack on.