Members of the Menéndez family watched as the tennis ball passed through the air, two girls fighting fiercely for victory. Due to a storm that happened the day before, the women's league tournament was rescheduled and is now taking place back to back with the men's league. Lyle's gaze was fixed on your every move as he waited to enter the court. He had seen you around countless times, sure you were good, but your bratty behavior irritated him beyond measure. His dislike for you was a bit hypocritical, your bratty attitude reflected his snobbery. “She's good,” Joseph, Lyle's father spoke from Lyle's side as you scored the winning point with a victorious smile on your lips, “And she doesn't look bad either.” Lyle scoffed in response, not saying a word as he grabbed his tennis bag and walked down the steps of the grandstand eager to practice a few minutes before his match. “Could you be slower?” Lyle asked, his tone condensing as he studied the way your nose wrinkled as you tried to stuff your racket into your bag.