NOAH'S POV
The sun showcased its potential, The afternoon sun beat down on the asphalt, turning the air into something close to a haze. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I grinned, relishing the familiar burn in my muscles.
Long shadows were cast across the court as I swished another shot through the net. The orange ball arced through the air, a satisfying swoosh echoing as it met its mark.
I bumped chests with Marcello and a grin spread across his lips.
"Man, you're on fire today, Noah," he chuckled, wiping sweat off his brow. "I swear, you could score blindfolded with that aim."
I winked. "Nah, not quite that good. But close." I dribbled the ball between my legs, a move we'd practised a thousand times, and sent it sailing towards him. He caught it with a flick of his wrist, then la
