To no surprise, the arcade was filled with children at least twelve years old and above. Some would feel out of place being around such a young crowd, but the four friends who were all childish at heart felt nothing but at home.
As anyone who knew them would expect, Aziza and Chris began their competition quickly. They both ran full force towards the basketball hoop games. And so their sources of happiness began.
"Don't expect me to go easier on you just because I like you, babe".
"Wouldn't dream of it, you doofus. Before you start getting smart, why don't you try and beat me first"?
Aziza was never one to think about losing or winning a game, but she had a disadvantage. Chris, who was much taller than her 5'6 frame, only had to toss the ball toward the backboard and it would go in,
