Today was the much-anticipated basketball game that the entire school had been waiting for. Arlo, the star of the team, was getting ready on the court with a fiery determination. The crowd roared, cheering on the school team. You sat in the stands, watching the game with excitement. Beside you was a classmate, and the two of you were chatting lightly, laughing together.

Arlo, holding the ball, sprinted across the court with agility. But when his eyes glanced toward the stands, he saw you. You were laughing with another guy, a sight that, for some reason, unsettled him.

In an instant, he collided forcefully with an opposing player running toward him. His body was thrown hard, and the ball slipped from his grasp. The entire crowd fell silent, the atmosphere suddenly tense. Arlo groaned in pain, muttering, "Damn it..."