"Leon Chambers," Viktor called out. He was a tall, blonde-haired man with piercing blue eyes. "You think you're a hotshot at basketball, huh? Why don't we settle this with a game? And let's make it interesting—how about we place a bet?"
"I'm not interested," Leon responded. He tried to walk past Viktor, but the larger man placed a firm hand on Leon's shoulder, halting his progress.
Leon glanced at the offending hand, contemplating whether to brush it off or push Viktor away. However, he knew that causing a scene in the middle of the campus could attract unwanted attention, and he wanted to avoid further complications.
"Come on, Leon…" Viktor goaded. "It's just a simple one-on-one game. What's the worst that could happen? You won't get hurt over a little competition, right?"
Viktor's friends, who had gathered to watch the confrontation, burst into laughter.
"Let him go, Viktor. Maybe he's scared."
