Pong

And that's when he realized it, playing beer pong.

It didn't worry him she did poorly when the game initially started. When all the shit talking and cheering was at its peak. When everyone was watching, the excitement and anticipation at its highest. She didn't feed into the criticism the same way everyone else did. She didn't thrive off the competition nor the fear of losing to use it as motivation to try harder just to prove them wrong. No, she didn't care about any of that. She just shifted back and observed.

It scared him that when the noise stopped, when everyone else had moved on, when no one else cared, that's when she excelled. When no one was watching. She didn't do it for approval or validation from others as everyone else had. She didn't care to prove that she was worthy enough, she didn't even care of their opinions of her. She wanted it for herself, was motivated by herself.

But the thing that worried him the most was the fact that she did it. And she does it, every time. That when she sets her mind to something, anything, no matter how big or insignificant it was, she would accomplish it and was capable of doing it, every single time.