The game began.
Playing one-on-one meant there were fewer rules to follow. Eve Thompson held the ball, looking at Anthony Charlie blocking her way. Even while bending over, he was taller than most people, standing there as if he were a mountain blocking her path. But Eve curved her lips into a mischievous smile.
Foreigners tended to be tall and sturdy, but Eve didn't fear facing Anthony. She slapped the ball on the ground, dribbling with flair, hoping to rely on her agile footwork to get past Anthony. But his quick spin allowed him to keep up, and he snatched the ball from her when she wasn't looking. Then, he took a neat shot and scored.
Eve: ??
During the game, Anthony had always passed her the ball and hadn't shown off his skills, so Eve thought he wasn't very good at basketball. But now she realized he was quite the expert!
