"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵?