She stood there on the court, wearing a Miami Heat jersey. She was practicing her free throws before she saw you, and had that stupid smug look on her face. You hated playing a friendly 1 on 1 with her, it was never friendly. Amara was already running circles around you in this sweltering heat.

"You good, ma? You look a little winded there." She said playfully, God you hated that smug look on her face. She winked at you then took another shot.