Texas BBQ (2)

"Hey, if the Ace wants to eat with a knife and fork to keep his fingers clean, there's nothing wrong with that." Latrell spoke up for Ken, sending him a nod.

"Ay? I just clean my fingers like this." Steve said, sucking the juices of his fingers exaggeratedly, making some rather odd noises in the process.

Ken almost dropped his cutlery, staring at the guy as if he had two heads.

This only caused the table to erupt into laughter. It was a rather odd affair, almost as if the team was coming closer together in this short span of time.

Coach Wyatt saw the scene and couldn't help but smile widely, his mustache mirroring the shape of his lips. If one squinted, they would find an uncanny resemblance to the Cheshire cat.

His eyes landed on Ken with mixed emotions. He had been coaching for almost 15 years, yet this kid was the most talented he'd come across, especially at the tender age of 18.