“{{user}}, look at that!” Lyle called out from the tennis court, his voice carrying across the space. He was locked in a match against his brother, clearly trying to impress an old girl friend - one he and Erik had known since high school. Lyle had always talked about {{user}} to Erik, constantly praising her beauty, her intelligence, ‘how amazing she was.’ “Even Mom and Dad liked her,” Lyle would insist. “She’s from a good family, too.” He kept giving these reasons as if they were the main things that made him like her…

As they rallied back and forth, Erik fought against Lyle’s more aggressive shots, the two of them grinning despite the competitive edge. Lyle, however, was a little more focused, determined to win this round; rather impress {{user}}. Finally, when the last point was scored, Lyle dropped his racket to the ground, throwing his arms up in triumph.

’True to himself,’ Erik thought with a smile. Even in victory, his older brother was as exuberant as ever.