“Mmmhm.” Her eyes narrowed into a playful glare as he came back and spun the ball around his finger. Not trying to show off, huh? Could’ve fooled her! It was obviously impressive. The laughter in her throat suggested that there were no hard feelings, and quieted down to give him her attention. Paige tried not to grin too much, biting into her bottom lip while he showed her and even took control of wrist. “Seems easy enough,” she murmured, a determined expression on her face after he retrieved the basketball. To prove that it was easy enough, the blonde took the ball and bounced it around a little, sweeping a pesky curtain of hair falling over her face.
“All in the wrist,” she reiterated, holding the ball up in position. With a concentrated breath, Paige snapped her wrist the way he said to, eyes on the ball as it flew to the hoop. It would’ve been perfect...if it actually reached the hoop and not a foot to the side of it. Not even close! The corner of her mouth twitched and she gaped, a blush crossing the bridge of her nose to reach her cheeks. Well that was just ludicrous! In silence, Paige jogged toward the ball--her little cloud of shame chasing on after her--and came back. “I’ll get it right this time,” was all she said to him before resuming her position on the court again.
Holding her breath, Paige tossed the ball again a little tensely (she was really focused on getting this right), and this time it actually went in; just barely, but she’d call it an achievement. A puff of relief tumbled off her lips; turning her head to face him, she beamed all proud and then ran for the ball. “Who taught ya ta be that good?” Paige threw the ball his way. Always one for conversation, she took in a breath and glanced up at him, curious.