Stella pranced onto the clay tennis court, dribbling the tennis ball in place on one side of the court.
James begrudgingly stepped to the other side of the court. He was forced to help his sister practice.
“Ready for this?” Stella shouted.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” James said half heartedly.
Stella served the ball forcefully. James ran after it but missed by a long shot.
“You’re supposed to hit the ball!” Stella said.
“Then hit it to me!” James retorted.
Stella served another ball, this one towards James. He swung after it but it bounced and hit him in the face, knocking his glasses off.
“That makes the score 30-love.” Said Stella.
“But you only scored twice? And what do you mean by ‘love?'” James questioned in confusion. He got to his knees in attempt to locate his glasses.
“Tennis scoring goes 15, 30, 40. And love means you have zero points.”
And out of seemingly nowhere, Peter ran by saying, “Guess that means James really does get a lot of love when it comes to girls!”
Stella cracked up and James, after returning his large white glasses to his face, began to walk away.
“Where’re you going? You still need to help me practice!” Stella shouted after him.
“To get a girlfriend.” James said simply.
Peter and Stella were beside themselves with laughter, falling to the clay court.