Nash was sitting on the edge of the court, a towel draped around his neck, checking his phone as the afternoon started to fade.
He felt damn good. The session had been a killer. He'd knocked out his three daily basketball quests with the perfect partner, and the little counter floating in the corner of his vision confirmed it.
[BP2: 99]
Aside from the numbers, he'd seen exactly what he wanted. Miko had driven right into Kai's shoulder, a real, hard hit, and she hadn't even stumbled. She stayed on her feet and sank the shot.
A day ago, she would've been flying backward into the second row. Then there was Jaz, who kept staring at her own hands after passing the ball, looking totally confused about how she was suddenly so good.
Nobody asked why, they were training differently than usual, and people generally never understood that progression takes time. In their eyes, it was like they were getting better because the training regimen was good.
