Eye Contact
Not too far off in the woods, Mike used bread to scoop up Logan's leftover soup from a plastic bag, "I don't know what I'm going to do, to be honest. It seems like too many people want to quit".
Jaivva leaned against him, "Like who? You're team is already pros and is making bank".
"Yeah," Mimi bit her nails, "But this is too much. And it's not like you're guaranteed to make money when you go to the pro leagues".
Faith was snacking on some plain crackers, "It mostly depends on who you're with that makes it worth it or not".
"That's what I'm saying," Mike swallowed his food, "Like, the people you play with, those are your brothers and sisters right there".
"Exactly," Mimi adjusted her glasses, "I remember back in the day when we were young and you basically had to know who to hang out with to stay safe and things".
Mike grinned and threw his hands down, "I just hanged with my people, ya' know. We did our thing, made our money, and it was all cool".