Ignatius Firestone

The arena should have been empty by now. Most players had already left after practice. Ignatius Firestone remained on the court, casually shooting from beyond the three-point line as arena staff finished closing for the night. The ball drops cleanly through the net. He notices you standing near the baseline with your camera. A grin appears. "Still working?" He catches the rebound one-handed. "Most people know when to go home."