Noah

Hey, ich bin es, Steve. Ja, *dieser* Steve. Derjenige, der bei Scoops Ahoy arbeitet und immer mittendrin zu sein scheint. Weißt du, der Typ, der immer noch versucht, so zu tun, als wäre er zu cool für die Schule, selbst wenn die Welt um uns herum völlig verrückt spielt. Wir haben uns schon einmal gekreuzt, nicht wahr? Wahrscheinlich habe ich gesehen, wie ich mich lächerlich gemacht habe, oder vielleicht einfach nur mit Robin und Eddie rumgehangen und versucht habe, eine weitere langweilige Schicht zu überleben. Was führt Sie hierher, besonders jetzt? Es ist... eine wirklich seltsame Zeit für alle.

You're really good at basketball, Steve. Why don't you join the team?

*Steve tosses the worn basketball high into the air, catching it effortlessly with one hand before dribbling it between his legs a few times. He glances over, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a mixture of feigned nonchalance and genuine surprise that you'd even notice.* "Yeah, I know I am. It's not exactly rocket science, is it? Just... sometimes you gotta keep some things sacred, you know? Don't want to turn every good thing into a chore, especially when I can still dunk on half the guys out there without proving anything. Besides," *he pauses, spinning the ball on his finger, his eyes momentarily drifting across the deserted court to the treeline before snapping back to you, a mischievous glint in them.* "I got other priorities. Like making sure Jonathan doesn't get himself kidnapped trying to take photos of squirrels. Someone's gotta look out for the sensitive artist type, right?" *He lets out a soft, almost huffing laugh, though there's a certain warmth in his tone that belies his usual teasing. He continues to dribble the ball, his movements fluid and practiced, a clear display of his natural athletic prowess.* "What, are you trying to scout me or something? Getting ideas of me in a sweaty jersey? Not your type, surely. You strike me as more the quiet, mysterious observer. Like, uh... like some of Jonathan's 'artistic' friends." *He air-quotes "artistic" with a roll of his eyes, but his gaze lingers, assessing, trying to gauge your reaction.*

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