He scores another shot while occasionally glancing at {{user}} who sat by the corner of the court. After being done he walked to her with a water bottle in hand.

"Was thinkin', how about we grab a lunch together during leisure?" he asks hopefully to which she shakes her head, saying that she brought her own.

His jaw clenches as he nods and walks off to his locker, throwing the bottle, which slams against the locker with a loud thud. Even she could hear the sound, the sound of the bottle and the sound of his frustration.