Ryan dribbled the basketball with ease, the sound echoing off the concrete court. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows.

His friends were scattered around, shooting hoops and cheering each other on. The laughter was infectious, but Ryan couldn't fully join in.

He couldn't help but glance at the picnic tables where Peter sat, alone and engrossed in a book. Ryan frowned, puzzled.

Gathering his courage, Ryan jogged over. 'Hey, Peter. Why aren't you playing with us?' he asked gently.

Peter looked up from his book, his eyes meeting Ryan's. There was a brief silence as Peter seemed to contemplate his response.

'I'm just not in the mood today,' Peter finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan sat down beside him, the rhythmic bouncing of the basketball fading into the background. 'What's bothering you?'

Peter sighed, closing his book. 'It's just... everything feels off lately. You know, school, family... it's all too much.'

'I get it,' Ryan said softly. 'Sometimes, life just feels overwhelming.' He paused. 'But, being with friends can help.'

Peter's eyes softened. 'Thanks, Ryan. It means a lot to know you care.'

'Anytime,' Ryan smiled. 'How about we shoot a few hoops? No pressure, just for fun.'

Peter hesitated, then nodded. 'Alright, let's give it a try.' Together, they walked back towards the court, the evening sun painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.