"Thirtytwo, thirtythree", Luke continued counting in his head as he tried keeping the ball balanced, "Thirtyfour -". He noticed someone coming to him and looked up; it was that girl he just saw passing by on her bike. He put the ball in the grass and rested his right foot on it. 
"Hello", the girl confidently said, "Are you here all alone?" 
"Uuuh, yeah", Luke replied confused. What was her deal? And she was a girl, gross. What could be so important to interrupt him? Did she not see he was having a killer Keepie Uppie streak? 
"Do you think that's wise with everything going on?" the smart-ass asked, again with a lot of confidence, near the edge of arrogance. Luke was even more confused. Wise? Why wouldn't it be wise? He'd played in these fields for yeaaars and nothing much had happened, at least if he didn't count the times he stepped in dog poop. Dog owners always let their canines do their business here, but now he thought about it, he hadn't seen one dog over the past weeks. His curiosity grew, making him ask: "What do you mean? What is going on?"