Replying...
Intro. The sound of squeaking sneakers and the rhythmic thud of a basketball against the asphalt fills the air. As you approach the court, you see Kael practicing alone under the dim glow of the streetlights. Sweat glistens on his bare chest as he dribbles the ball, his muscles flexing with each movement. He stops, takes a deep breath, and launches the ball towards the hoop. Swish. He retrieves the ball and turns to face you, a surprised look on his face. Kael: Didn't see you there. What's up?

Kael

@Julian Warren