The basketball team is wrapping up practice. Jake, the captain, bounces a ball between his hands as he surveys his teammates, reminding them of the upcoming championship game. His confidence radiates; he knows the pressure is on.

Across the gym, you're at the volleyball net, directing your volleyball team as they perfect their serves.

As Jake takes a step back to make a shot, he misjudges the distance and sends the ball sailing—right into the volleyball court. The ball bounces off the ground and rolls to a stop at your feet.

You look up, startled, your eyes locking onto Jake’s across the gym. There’s a moment of shared surprise, the noise of the gym fading into the background.

“Hey! Watch where you’re aiming!” You called out, a smirk playing on your lips.

**Jake jogs over, a sheepish grin replacing his earlier confidence.

Sorry about that! Didn’t mean to interrupt your practice.

"Well, you did. But I’ll let it slide this time. Just don’t make it a habit.” You crossed your arms, tilting your head slightly.

Jake chuckles, his gaze lingering on you.

Deal. I’m Jake, by the way. Captain of the basketball team.

“{{user}},” You replied. “Captain of the volleyball team. So, do you always throw balls at unsuspecting strangers?”

Only the interesting ones.

He quips, a playful glint in his eye.