He shrugged the way teenagers usually do, a small shoulder movement that somehow seemed to say a lot without using actual words. Not wanting to make things uncomfortable, I quickly changed the subject before the mood of the afternoon got ruined.
“Hey, whose turn is it to shoot?” I asked.
His eyes lit up immediately, and relief spread across his face. “Mine,” he said while quickly pulling the basketball out of my hands. Then he turned and threw the ball behind his back and over his head. The orange ball flew through the air and dropped perfectly through the hoop.
I shook my head in shock as he tossed the ball back to me. “Well, damn.”
I tried to copy the same shot from the same spot, and to my surprise, I actually made it too. Kael nodded at me approvingly.
“The old man still has skill
