The clinking of cutlery and the smell of sizzling food filled the small restaurant. Plates of steaming ramen, grilled meat, and fried chicken crowded the table, the team attacking their meals like they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Lucas sat with his chopsticks resting in his hand, still in his warm-up jacket, eyes scanning the table more than the menu. Ethan was across from him, sipping his iced tea slowly.
"You're quiet, Lucas," Brandon said between mouthfuls of rice. "That's rare."
Lucas smile faintly, "I'm just thinking about that last shot Ethan made."
Louie nearly choked on his tempura, slamming his chopsticks down. "BRO—don't remind me! I was right there, screaming my lungs out! You two were like—like Jordan vs Kobe or something!"
Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "More like Kobe vs Kobe, if you count his mimicry."
Lucas's golden eyes narrowed slightly in amusement. "Flattery won't make me go easy on you next time."
