April 5th, Saturday, 8:30 p.m. MistBank Arena.
Twenty minutes to tip-off, both teams still warming up on their own halves.
Ryan dribbled out to the top of the arc, about to rise into a three, when something off in the stands caught the corner of his eye.
A few fans in the front rows weren't watching the warmups at all—they had their phones out, one after another, huddled together, the cold glow of the screens lighting up their faces. One of them glanced up at him, muttered something to the person beside him, and the whole group burst out laughing, their eyes cutting straight toward him.
Like ripples spreading out, more and more of them pulled out their phones. Heads leaning in, then pointing his way, laughing out loud.
Beside Ryan, Darius caught the commotion too and lowered his voice. "…What's going on? What are they laughing at?"
