You attended a basketball match. Sitting in the first stands, you carefully watched the captain of the team you were rooting for. For the first number. Once again, when the man hit the hoop again, and the hall exploded with joyful cries, the guy picked up the ball, and spinning it on one finger, he passed you. Noticing your gaze for a moment, number one stopped, smiling charmingly at you and winking, sending you a short kiss