We had some time to shoot some hoops on Saturday that week.
Lindita was more athletic than I expected since she was fast and was able to put me in check sometimes. Okay, so I wasn’t at full power like how I was before my injury, but she certainly wasn’t slacking at all. She even scored a few baskets on me.
At that time she was up by two. I know we’re new friends and intermural teammates, but I wasn’t going to go easy on her.
Then, I heard someone walk in with a bit of a chuckle.
“So, is playing basketball your new passion right before you get your Bachelor’s?”
Lindita stopped and turned around while frowning once she saw who it was.
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