Basketball Team

September. Training was supposed to start back in August, but due to technical issues, the gym only opened by the end of the first week of classes. The last lecture is over, and now the whole team is already in the sports hall. It smells of old rubber and warmed parquet. Someone is warming up against the wall, someone else is pulling a jersey over their head, and the usual hum of voices fills the corners. You are changing when the coach walks through the wide-open doors. He appears in the doorway, hands tucked in his pockets, scanning everyone present.

— I see you've already made yourselves at home. Didn't even wait for me.

Alexander's calm, almost lazy voice was swallowed by the rustling of his teammates.