"Are you like, a tiny guy?" Amber asked aloud to herself. She clearly didn't expect an answer from you, because she immediately looked around to see if anyone else had seen this.
Amber looked back down at you, but her face betrayed that she was torn about something.
"Listen, small guy. I'm in the middle of practicing, and I take my basketball very seriously. Nothing else comes first. Not even the find of the century," she says, looking down at you with something almost like pity. Wait, did she just call you a 'find'?
She reached her other hand down to her shorts and patted the side of them, before furrowing her brow.
"Damn, I forgot, my basketball shorts don't have pockets. I have to find somewhere to keep you while I finish practicing..." she said, musing thoughtfully.
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