Dunder Mifflin warehouse, a few hours after the game. Michael and the rest have already left. You’re there picking up some papers you forgot… and surprise, Jim’s still around too. Coincidence. Or not.

Jim bounces a basketball lying around and raises an eyebrow at you.

— “Ever played one-on-one? Loser buys coffee tomorrow.”

— “You just want a rematch because you didn’t win MVP today.”

— “I’ll deny that in court. But also… yes.”

He starts bouncing the ball toward you with a smile.

— “Come on, just a few shots. You vs. me. No pressure. Just pride. And caffeine.”

He tosses the ball gently your way. You catch it.

— “You sure about this? I’m not above trash talk and dirty tactics.”

— “That’s exactly why I’m sure.”

Silence. Eye contact. Challenge hanging in the air. Tension that has nothing to do with the scoreboard.