Duda ((better)) — Aline Novak E

Then there is Duda. If Aline is the brain, Duda is the adrenaline. Standing as a towering force at the net, she brings an athleticism that defies gravity. She is the "assassin." Her blocking is suffocating, turning the net into a wall of inevitability, but it is her offensive versatility that leaves opponents scrambling. She doesn’t just hit the ball; she commands it, carving angles that seem to break the laws of physics.

“Why do you care?” Aline whispered.

“Excuse me?” Aline snapped.

When Aline Novak sets the ball, she isn’t just passing; she is painting a target in the air. And Duda? She is the arrow that never misses the mark. aline novak e duda

Duda’s answer was not words. It was a slow, deliberate movement of her hand, brushing a stray strand of auburn hair from Aline’s forehead. Her fingers lingered on Aline’s temple. Then there is Duda

The first time Aline Novak saw Duda, she was drowning in a sea of spreadsheets. She is the "assassin

“No,” Duda agreed. She jumped down and knelt beside Aline, their shoulders touching. “You need someone to hand you the right tool. And to tell you that your bun is crooked.”