Ask her what she’s doing here.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You say to Tina.

She smiles and tilts her head. “Oh, look who’s finally able to speak! I am soooo glad that you are starting to open up, but I’m afraid it’s a bit to late for that.”

“Is this about the thing at the mall?” you ask.

“What the fuck else would it be about?”

You shake your head and walk around Tina, and you begin shooting again.

Tina moves and stands directly behind the metal beam that’s holding up the backboard. You glance over at her between shots. She’s wearing a frilly black dress with lace trim. The stripes on her dress trace the outline of her shapely bust. She has a matching choker and gloves. Her hair and gloves are adorned with purple flowers. Tina is way to old for that outfit, you think to yourself.

You miss a shot and it rolls to Tina’s feet. She stops the ball under the heel of one of her matching black flats. “Awww, nice try,” she says. She stretches her slender arms over her head, and you get a good view of her thin body. She then puts her hands on her hips. One of the straps of her dress falls down. Tina grabs the strap and moves it back up slowly as she gazed into your eyes. “Come and get it, big guy,” she says. Did she just wink at me?

You shake your head at the absurd situation. You don’t want to talk to her anymore, but you want your ball back.