Energetic | @Nick
A field, an almost empty field. Peter had never been one to do sports on a daily basis, it was more of something he did at school but he preferred the gym, a closed space where he wouldn't be picked as last. He was going there with an old basket ball he had gotten when he turned sixteen. His mum was at some reunion, Jemma was with her boyfriend and he hadn't heard about the tattoo artist in a while, plus he was now working as a baby-sitter and felt like he needed to be around more people of his age more or he would turn into a toddler pretty soon.
Once he spotted the basket, he looked around but no gang or teams or just some boys were using it so he could practice some shots, clear his mind from all the coursework he had to do. The weather was getting more and more friendly so he made sure he had a bottle of water with him besides his phone and some earphones. Pete started to throw the ball several times and one of them he kicked it by accident. He was going to pick it up but it had gone a bit far so he just waved his arms up from side to side.
"Hey! Can you throw it back?"











