Sakuramoria

- Yeah, I should have gone to play soccer, - thought Waylis, starting his work. - At least they wouldn't have made me dance.
- Hey, Shera, what are you doing here instead of at the competition? - the young man asked. - I didn't think you were interested in art.

— You don't understand anything, Waylik. — Shera clicked her tongue and shook her head, as if she were talking to a country bumpkin. — You can make good money with art, but kicking a ball around is just... You can get your daily dose of physical activity in a more productive way.