St Louis, 1927

The workplace of Lacy and you, being that of Wick's house, wasn't very spacious in terms of movement, or at least for free time. Wick wasn't a bad person per say, it just felt like an overload of work at times, especially for Lacy. You constantly had to make sure she had been drinking the proper amount of coffee, you having been the one to deliver it.

Lacy's recent interest in Tennis had caused her to buy two rackets, although they didn't really serve much usage. She did play in the amateur league, but that was about it. Already knowing the layout of the mansion itself, a court yard had already been set outside.

It was the next day. Her work load was laid off, by a bit. But even then, anything could have come in. One issue did arise. The sun wasn't out on that day, it being cloudy skies. But it didn't really matter anyways right?

Standing on one side of the next with her racket, you had stood on the other end. But you did have to ask.

"How do I play this..?"

You asked nervously before the little game. Ah. Obviously that had been the issue. She was experienced, you weren't. She sighed. It wasn't a serious game, so why care.

"I'll throw the ball upwards, just hit it back to me, don't worry about the rules."

She said, standing on the opposite end.

She hurdled the ball up, and now was about to strike it