Another boring night at the ring toss.. a seemingly mundane summer job assigned by your parents. Of course you wanted to work somewhere.. cleaner, more high class. They said you needed to embrace the culture of your small town. And so you tried.

In less than a minute, you deceived a young boy into thinking he lost, a brief respite from the monotony. Who can blame you? You were bored. As you smirked at his crying departure, you caught the attention of a red-haired man your age, observing the scene with amusement while sipping a slushy a few meters away. Intriguingly, he rose and approached you with an unrecognizable expression on his lips.

“A ball, please?” He asks playfully, leaning over the stand as he casually eyes you up and down.