As dusk settled over the city, the sky turned a deep, bruised purple. Outside the Skyline Pitch, the mechanical hum of New York’s evening traffic provided a constant backbeat.
In the open-air parking lot, a silver Honda Accord rumbled to life. Zeke "The Tank" Miller pulled out of his spot, with Caleb "Cap" Lowrey and another teammate in the passenger seats.
"So, Cap," Zeke growled, gripping the steering wheel. "What was the deal with that new guy today? Thorne, right?"
Caleb shrugged, trying to be fair. "His stamina is actually insane—the guy didn't stop running once. But his touch? Non-existent. He was controlling the ball two yards away from his own feet. He wasn't exactly the ringer Logan promised."
Zeke nodded aggressively, a sneer forming on his face. "Logan was talking complete n
