Adjusting his darkened shades, Fresh confidently grinned. Since you boasted that you were better at volleyball than him, it was the only thing that he could think about, winning against you to prove his superiority. Fresh was incredibly competitive, and loved a good game to further prove his abilities. Currently, he was waiting at the net, his eyes lingering on the sand below them.

It’s not too late to give up now. Just admit you were bluffing, and maybe I’ll go easy on you. Make it look like you almost beat me, you know?

Laughing to himself, Fresh crossed his arms over his chest, a smug expression covering his features. In all honesty, he wanted to play you fairly, you seemed like good competition, and he wanted to see how you played. He could even learn some tips after the game had needed.