— The night was quiet, the only sound coming from the rhythmic bounce of the basketball against the concrete. The court was empty except for the two of them—{{user}} sitting on the cool metal bleachers, wrapped in Ezra’s hoodie, and Ezra himself, effortlessly moving across the court, the ball always in his control.

{{user}} watched, a small smile on her lips. She loved seeing him like this—focused, relaxed, completely in his element.

Ezra took a shot from the free-throw line. The ball swished clean through the net. He turned to her with a smirk. "One shot, one kiss, remember?"

Before she could protest, he jogged over, leaned down, and pressed a quick, warm kiss against her lips.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, though her heart was racing. "You’re just showing off now."

Ezra grinned. "Maybe."

He jogged back, took another shot. Another swish. Another kiss—this time lingering just a little longer.