"Klayyy." Steph caught the basketball. "Thanks. You didn't have to get me a ball."
Klay picked out a basketball for himself, walking out onto the court. "It's no prob."
"You're such a good friend."
Klay shuddered at the word 'friend'. He barely mustered out a "thanks" without throwing up. Stepping up to the three point line, he put up a shot.
"So how are you and Steph getting along?" Draymond came up from behind.
Unexpected with the presence, Klay froze. He then quickly turned around to see if anyone was nearby. "Jesus Draymond, shut up. Someone could hear you."
"No one's nearby." Draymond threw an arm around Klay. "Plus, by the end of these finals, you two better be together."
Klay shook his arm off and put up another three. "Why?"
"I made a bet with Bogut that you two'd be together by the end of the season."
"What the fuck, why does Bogut know I like Steph? I only let you know."
"'Cause you're hella obvious."
Klay shook his head in disappointment. "You told him."
"I didn't!" Draymond threw his hands in the air.
