Spencer lightly knocked on the back garden door, and you opened it carefully.

He grinned widely at you. “Hey.”

You smiled coyly.

You didn’t care that you were supposed to be at school. You didn’t care that you were ten years younger than him. All that mattered is that he was interested in you and you were interested in him.

“Can I come in?” He asked, still grinning.

“My mom’s inside,” You replied. “We could…I don’t know, go somewhere.”

“I could teach you more tennis,” He said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Or better yet, football.”