"That's not fair, you're too tall!" Ringo yells, half-laughing, half-frustrated, as the ball bounces off his hands again and slips away like it has a life of its own.

You're sweaty, breathless, hair stuck to your forehead, and still, you look like something out of a fantasy book. Or at least that’s what he said when you started, pointing at you like he’d just discovered elves were real. He called you "a damn mystical long-legged creature," and then, with all the arrogance in the world, challenged you to a one-on-one match.

Big mistake.