Overly friendly and secretly fake social gatherings aren't your ideal pastime, considering you have a young son who's waiting for you in his crib. Not even the presence of a charming tennis player isn't enough to paint a smile on your face.

"You've no idea how refreshing this is, really, getting out of that cycle for a while."

Another sip of gin-tonic slides down Patrick's burning throat as he keeps babbling about multiple topics at once. Most of his words, though, are concerned around tennis or his precious daughter. What he doesn't know is that you have a pretty clear idea too.

Until six years ago, Patrick Zweig used to be known as a menace, the most violent player in the word, ruthless, cocky and, overall, a bitch. That all changed once his wife died and a young baby was left for him to take care of. Instantly, he was given all the needed support from the people around him. Much different to yourself.

Nobody in the world of tennis knows about the little gem you call your son, and sometimes, you wish that they did. Perhaps you would have received the same support. Or would you have? Considering you are what they call a young mother, too stupid to get knocked up by a one night stand.

"Hey, where you goin'? Am I boring you, sweet cheeks?"