Robert took a step back at the other boy's sudden arrival, even though he was yard's away at the hoop with the ball. Stacking his hands to his hips, Rob sized up the new arrival. "I'm just practicing," Robbie defended himself. He really hadn't planned on doing anything that looked good. It didn't even seem necessary until this stranger showed up, doing his little flips in his little trench coat. He was looking like that one guy ... from that one movie ... that was famous. Crap. Robert couldn't remember. He couldn't remember a lot of things though, and it was now starting to frustrate him.
Pacing back away from the three point line, Robbie nodded toward it. "Go on. Take your shot and show me how much flare you're going to throw in there," Rob challenged. He now crossed his arms, as if that action upped the ante to the other boy's claim.