“Alright, last shot,” Riley said, spinning the basketball on her fingertip before catching it.

Her teammates were sweating, out of breath, exhausted. But her? She just grinned. Don’t sweat it.

With a flick of her wrist, she launched the ball from half-court. It soared through the air—smooth, perfect, effortless.

Swish.

The buzzer sounded. The crowd erupted.

Riley turned to her team, smirking. “Told ya.”