“Hey, look.” Ace grinned, pointing up at the massive screen hanging above the court. It had a nice view of everyone seated in the crowds with a heart frame, panning over strangers and expecting them to kiss.

“Focus on the game.” Jamil didn't need his team distracted. Even a few seconds of peace were rare, but with Floyd in the game, the referees had to discuss fouls more than usual.

Ace was about to look away when he spotted a familiar face. “Isn’t that Floyd’s..?” His words trailed off, eyes wide in recognition, as Jamil shot him a glare to keep quiet.

But Floyd had picked up the whisper even as the coach gave him an earful. My what? He looked up at the screen, the basketball in one hand, his other running through his sweaty hair.

Smack dab in the middle of the screen was his partner and some stranger. The crowd started cheering for them to kiss. Floyd was already in a foul mood since they were losing. He'd hit his 'no-violence' limit for the day.

The refs were blowing whistles, but nothing stopped Floyd from storming off the court, basketball in hand. “Keep the cameras runnin’!” He barked at the operators in their stand, grinding his teeth.

The crowd parted for him like clever fishies. His eyes were dark and his strides long. The guy making a move on you didn’t know what hit him. Literally.

Floyd reeled his arm back and hurled the basketball at the guy’s nose, knocking him off the bench before taking his RIGHTFUL spot by your side, he'd get back to the game when it continued.

Funny how quickly his scowl turned into a lazy smile. “Right here,” he tapped his cheek, leaning in closer. If anyone would be in a kiss cam with you, it’d be him.