If initially, everyone—including Sam—had assumed her first basket was pure luck...
Half an hour later, absolutely no one held that opinion.
Standing on the sidelines, Everett stared with wide, bewildered eyes, utterly shell-shocked.
"I had no idea... she was this good at basketball..."
The words slipped past his lips involuntarily, a murmur of total disbelief.
"There's a lot you don't know."
The sudden, sharp voice made Everett flinch.
He whipped his head around, finding Melanie standing right next to him.
Her eyes were icy, her expression set in stone.
Everett pressed his lips together.
In the past, even if he couldn't win Melanie over romantically, he had still managed to maintain a civil friendship with her.
But ever since he abruptly dumped Daphne, Melanie treated him like a sworn, mortal enemy.
Forget friendship—they weren't even on speaking terms.
He had tried multiple times to sit down with her and explain his side of the breakup, hoping for a shred of understanding.
But she had never given him the chance.
And honestly, he knew that with her still furious, anything he said would just sound like a pathetic excuse.
Everett looked at her, a chaotic swirl of emotions twisting in his gut.
But Melanie's gaze drifted past him, landing solely on Daphne on the court.
Naturally, Everett's eyes followed hers.
Daphne was running the floor with Sam. Despite it being their first time ever playing together, their chemistry was supernatural.
Or perhaps the rest of the players were just so outclassed that only a seasoned pro like Sam could keep up with her pace.
Whatever the reason, what was supposed to be a casual exhibition match had turned into a thrilling, high-octane spectacle.
"She used to dream of going pro, you know."

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