"Sure." Denella answered.
"Oh, that's okay since you don't want . . . Wait, did you just say sure?"
"Yeah, honestly, I have a lot of things on my mind right now, and I need to do something else so I won't think about them."
"Then, let's go."
Dowman's Archery Range, Belle City, 8:34a.m
Denella finished putting on her sports gloves and took the bow Brandon was giving her. They headed outside and lined up in front of their targets.
"Have you ever done archery before?" Brandon asked Denella.
"Well, I can't say that it's new to me, but I'm not any good at it." Denella responded.
"I've done archery ever since I was three, and I've always loved it." he said.
"I've trained with weapons far more dangerous than a simple bow. How hard can it be to hit the bull's eye?"
Later, "Denella, it's been almost an hour and you still haven't hit the bull's eye. Here let me help you.
"It's not as easy as it looks, you know."
He laughed. "You have to angle your bow like . . . ten degrees to the right because of the wind. And bring your elbow down a bit like this. No . . . like this."
Denella didn't understand what he was trying to say, so he went behind and put his right hand on hers. His left hand went on her left hand. He slowly brought her right elbow down.
"There, like that. Now, release the arrow." He commanded.
Denella could feel his breathing on her ear and the side of her neck. She listened to him and obeyed. The arrow slipped through her fingers and zipped through the air as fast as a runaway train. It landed right on the centre of the target; the bull's eye.
"H-How did you do that?" Denella asked, amazed.
"I didn't do it, you did." he said looking her straight in the eye.