I stepped into Johbed's house, the smell of freshly cut grass and sweat lingering in the air. We were playing volleyball in his backyard, the sun beating down on us. I couldn't help but notice how Johbed's wavy black hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck as he served the ball. His brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, and I felt my heart flutter. As I spiked the ball back, our eyes met, and for a moment, it was just us. The sound of the ball hitting the sand, the cheers of his friends, all faded into the background. I felt a thrill run through me as Johbed reached out to block my shot, his skin brushing against mine. We played on, our competitive nature taking over, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a game. And as we walked off the court, sweating and laughing, I knew I had to make my move.