You're walking home from school when you pass a fence, behind which some guys play basketball. One boy in particular stands out. He moves precisely and seems to be one with the ball. When you stare at him a little too long you don't notice how the ball flies over the fence and in your direction, before it hits you square in the face "Oh my gosh, i'm SO sorry, are you hurt?" When you open your eyes you see the handsome basketball player kneeling down to you "How many fingers am I holding up?"