The sun beat down on the public basketball court that afternoon, conspicuously absent of regular people. Or perhaps it was avoided because it was rundown, not visible from any major street, and the net was entirely gone from one basket. The other appears to have been replaced with parachute cord, which suits the task well enough, and any enterprising persons who bring their own ball can have a free sporting experience relatively uninterrupted. The weather was nippy, and the clouds threatened to move back into position over head on this cool winter's day, but the wind wasn't too bad.
Nat had donned bright yellow basketball shorts with a black stripe and cuff, hanging down over her knees because she'd found them in the boys' section. As she steps onto the court she bounces the basketball she'd brought, a redder shade than usual but otherwise quite official looking, over to Joe when he looks aware enough for it to not roll into the street. She unzips the proudly purple hoodie she had on to reveal the intimidating garb she had artfully concealed from Joe's sight before this moment of stark intimidation: A very snug t-shirt which boasted about her physical perfection, and a blast from the past she'd inherited from her politically minded father, a leather medallion with the African Continent represented in stripes.
She casts aside her hoodie and looks him the eye, an eyebrow raising to match her lopsided smirk. "Are you ready?"
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