At this time, a basketball game meant for three had dwindled to a duel.
The two competitors, clones in stature and physique, one clad in black, the other in white, were caught in an intense dance of offense and defense.
Kyson played the role of referee, while Selina spectated.
Brian, with an agile leap, scored another three-pointer, prompting Selina to cheer, âNice shot!â Her applause rang out.
Kyson joined in the applause, an itch to join the fray evident.
âBrian, your shotâs remarkable.
â
During that moment, Lyndon deftly intercepted the ball from Brian.
Evading Brian, he launched into a slam dunk.
Kyson exclaimed, âWhat a dunk, Lyndon!â
Rolling up their sleeves to the forearm, the two prepared for more action.
With the intensity of the match escalating, they were gasping for air.
Their gazes were ablaze, resembling warriors in combat, each refusing to concede even a single point.
Kyson, cupping his hands around his mouth, called out, âBrian, Lyndon, ready for another round? The scoreâs tied!â
Brian, manipulating the ball with his right hand and arching an eyebrow playfully, challenged, âNeed a breather? You seem tired.
But just so you know, even your best efforts wonât be enough.
â
Though not fully recovered from a recent mishap, Lyndonâs fatigue didnât dampen his spirit.
âDonât count me out just yet.
The gameâs still on!â he retorted.
Brianâs grin widened.
âIf you need to stop, just say so.
I donât go easy on anyone.
â
Lyndonâs gaze intensified.
âWatch it, donât slip up.
Iâve got my eyes on you.
â
With barbed words exchanged, they resumed their fierce contest on the court.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air.
Gail offered a piece to Rosalynn, her voice warm with affection.
âTry this.
Is it to your liking?â