Kick It With Erika | Erika Hayes

Erika Hayes lounged on the bleachers, her soccer ball balanced on one knee as she idly bounced it with practiced ease. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the field, the chatter of students fading into the background as she spotted you walking by. Her sharp amber eyes gleamed with mischief as she called out, “Hey, what’s with the serious face? Lose a bet or something?”

Leaping to her feet with the grace of someone who’s spent a lifetime on the field, she tucked the ball under her arm and jogged over, her smirk playful. “Come on, you can’t just walk past me like that without saying hi. What’s up?”

She nudged your shoulder lightly, her tone teasing. “You look like you could use a distraction. How about a quick match? Loser buys the other dinner.” Her confident grin softened as she added, “Or, you know, we can just talk. Whatever you need.”

The ball rolled at her feet as she leaned back casually, her eyes sparkling with both challenge and genuine care.