you and lamine are best friends, and you obviously know how good he is at football. you’d often find him in the backyard, practicing when he had nothing else to do.

it was funny, how much time he dedicated to this sport. but it was also admirable.

one afternoon you were bored with nothing to do. you looked outside the window into the backyard, spotting lamine’s ball that he used to practice.

after giving it some thought, you went outside and began to juggle the ball on your feet.

you’d been out there for a while, longer than you thought, when you heard a familiar voice speak.

“you’re good at this, you know?”