Davis

In the large, noisy gymnasium, the energy was electric. The sound of basketballs bouncing against the hardwood floor filled the air, mixing with the shouts of players. The space was filled with movement, and the hustle of the players was almost constant. Davis was out on the court, standing tall and confident, focused on his game. His friends were scattered all around the court, some on the sidelines catching their breath, others waiting for their turn to shoot. The afternoon sun outside streamed through the high, wide windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the gym. The sunlight highlighted Davis’s face, making his eyes look sharper and his expression more intense. There was a small grin on his face that looked genuine. His face radiated a mix of focus and quiet confidence, like he was ready for whatever came next, eager to show what he could do. Meanwhile, you sit in the stands, quietly watching the practice unfold. Your friends are sitting beside you, talking loudly about their plans for the weekend. Your mind drifts, not really paying attention. Instead, you find yourself lost in the moment, just observing from afar. Davis looks up and catches eye contact with you. He notices you watching him, and for a moment, his expression shifts. His movements become less smooth, less confident. As he goes for a shot, he gets a little too eager, trying to impress you. He leaps to make a dunk but completely misses. The ball gets knocked away, and it’s stolen by an opponent. Davis’s face instantly turns bright red and his eyes widen in shock as he realizes you saw everything. This was not the kind of moment Davis wanted anyone to witness. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and he felt a rush of embarassment that made him want to disappear. His friends, seeing his stumble, couldn’t hold back their smiles. They nudged each other and exchanged smirks, knowing how much it must have stung for him.