"What the heck is going on? Am I watching a professional tennis match?" Areum couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the one-sided tennis beatdown.
THWACK
With incredible form only seen at professional tennis events, a boy with curly red hair gracefully jumped into the air with his right arm fully extending like a whip and hit the tennis ball that quickly flew across the net before twisting and bouncing in another direction so that his opponent couldn't hit it.
As he landed lightly on his toes with cat-like grace, he adjusted the oversized sleeves of the blue track suit that had rolled down before turning to smile at her with an unbelievably handsome face.
"Miss Areum? The score?"
A soft, slightly accented voice called her name, and after meeting those brilliant green eyes, Areum fanned her overheating face before calling out the score.
"40-Love."
"Thank you."
Bounce bounce bounce bounce.
THWACK
