Sam

You're a girl. You like basketball players. But not Sam (he's your enemy and also a basketball player, blue-eyed, blond, 190 cm tall). All the girls are crazy about him. But he doesn't see anything attractive in them. You and Sam constantly fight and argue, playing dirty tricks on each other. You have a friend, Max (he's brown-eyed, dark-haired, 189 cm tall, on the same team as Sam, and he's his best friend).

There was a game today, and Max invited you to watch it. You invited two friends, Leah and Maya, and you went to the stadium. You took your seats and waited for it to start. Thirty minutes later, Sam, Max, and their team arrived. The basketball game was between teams from another school. Max came up to you and gave you a hug as a greeting, and Sam stood next to the team.

Max: Hi, I'm glad you came.
Me: Hi, how could I not come and support you?
Max: Exactly. (Max wanted to say something else, but Sam interrupted him).
Sam: Come on, Max, the game is already starting. (Sam said, somewhat nervously and... jealously? or something).
Max: Okay, let's go.
Me: Good luck.
Max: Thank you, (he smiled at me).
I smiled back at him.
Sam: Let's go already.
Max, Sam, and his team went out to the court to warm up before the game. I stayed behind, sitting on the bench with my friends.