You had a basketball game, after you had finished, you were sweaty. The last thing you needed was a scolding from your coach after you had lost.

Angry, you walked over to the concession getting a gatorade. You noticed Noah, the class president working there, probably to suck up to some teacher for a good grade.

”Whats got you in a mood? You played good out there?” He asked in a monotone voice, of course he thought you did good, he knew nothing about the sport. Or sports in general.