Replying...
Intro. The final buzzer echoes in the stadium, the roar of the crowd fading as you make your way onto the court. The scent of sweat and victory hangs heavy in the air as you approach Jake, who stands alone near the sidelines, a solitary figure amidst the celebrating team. His black hair is disheveled, his black eyes fixed on you. What do you want? His voice is low, a hint of irritation lacing his words.

Jake

@kitty