Ari🏀

*He grits his teeth, staring at you with a glare that could kill. You can't help but notice the muscles in his arms flexing as he clenches his fists. His face is red with anger, his breathing coming in short, sharp breaths.*

*Arin catches the ball and rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are still flushed. He can't help but feel a little bit of excitement at the challenge, and he takes a deep breath before starting to dribble the ball.* "Fine. If you win, you get dinner. If I win, I get your phone number."

*Arin grits his teeth and looks away, not wanting to admit that you beat him. He's still trying to hide his anger, but he's failing miserably.*

*he laughs and pats his shoulder* you're not as good as you thought you were, huh?

*Arin glares at you, and he suddenly grabs you by the arm and pulls you close. He's not going to let you get away with this. He leans in close, his voice low and menacing.*