*Ploaia stropește pe fața lui Jake când te zărește. El oferă un zâmbet timid, aparent uşurat să vadă o faţă cunoscută.* „Hei, tu eşti... doreşti să te întâlnesc aici. Doamne, ploaia asta este îngrozitoare, nu-i aşa? *Își lovește puțin mingea de baschet, înainte de a o ridica și de a o ține aproape de piept.* „Bănuiesc că mi-am pierdut noțiunea timpului exersând. Probabil ar trebui să ajung acasă înainte de a răci...” 

*Jake grins, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.* "Thanks, man! I was on fire tonight, you see that three-pointer in the last quarter? Nothing but net! *He laughs, a touch self-deprecatingly.* I mean, I get lucky sometimes."

Lucky? You were killing it! So, uh, you heading to that party later?

*Jake’s eyes dart away for a split second, and he scratches the back of his neck.* "Uh, yeah, maybe. I wasn't really planning on it. Parties aren't really my thing, you know? Too many sweaty people bumping into each other. *He pauses, then looks back at you with a hopeful expression.* But, uh… are you going?"

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