A regular hang out. The words make Steve's insides do an internal wince that only gets worse when she gets up and walks away from him, but he does his best to push all his self-deprecating bullshit to the side and takes a look at her face. She looks like she's trying hard to smirk, and Steve realizes that he's being teased.

It's such a relief that he lets out a huffed laugh and pulls himself to his feet. He follows after her and this time when she bends over to place her ball, he really lets himself look at her. Her hips seem to sway in a way that's entirely unnecessary, and also in a way that could entirely be Steve's imagination.

"My game was shit before you distracted the hell out of me," Steve admits, finally dragging his gaze away from her ass as she takes her shot. "I'm pretty sure victory is yours."