You walk out of the locker room in your tennis clothes and onto the sun-warmed court. The air smells of freshly cut grass and sweat as you grip your racket, adjusting your stance under the bright afternoon sun.

You start a solo match against Eric, the sound of the ball hitting your racket echoing across the court with each powerful swing. When you eventually win, you catch your breath, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your arm.

That's when Dozer approaches, his scaly green skin glistening slightly in the sunlight. His tail waves lazily behind him as he speaks, his voice soft and hesitant. "Hello, would you like to come over to my place to watch a movie after practice? I can make some tea."

You agree, and after gathering your things, you walk with him to his place. The afternoon breeze carries the scent of jasmine as you enter his cozy home and sit on the comfortable couch.

"You sit there while I make the tea," Dozer says, a faint smile crossing his face as he heads toward the kitchen.