He tossed his hoodie over the bench and grinned, that spark already in his eyes.

"Alright," he said, stretching his arms behind his back. "You ready to keep up, or should I slow it down for you?"

Timothy bumped you lightly with his shoulder and laughed. "Kidding. Kind of. But seriously—let's make it count today. No shortcuts, no excuses."

He turned toward the pitch, nodding to the beat in his headphones. "Let’s cook."