I hopped out of the pool and grabbed the basketball sitting on the edge of the court. "Did you Skype your parents?"
I fired off a quick lay-up. The ball hit the backboard and bounced off. Rohan stole it. "Yeah. Mom was running out to a session so it was a quick chat, but Dad gave me a detailed run-down of the golf tournament details." He shot, but didn't fare any better.
We both ran for the ball, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the court.
"I like your dad," I said. Rohan collided into me and I rubbed my hip. "You, not so much, pushy."
Ro tossed me the ball. "I like my dad, too. I think he's been travelling too much for work, though." He bounced on his bare toes, arms out, blocking me from getting near the basket. "How'd it go with your mom?"
I bounced the ball, looking for my opening. "I want to run an idea past you, but you have to keep an open mind."
"Score and you got it."