Another huff brushed past Art's lips, as the neon tennis ball flew past him. It wasn't that you were too good for him, he just had a lot on his mind, what with the confusing dynamic with Tashi and Patrick he had going on in the background of his life.

"Get your head in the game, Donaldson!" You called over the net.

He pulled another ball from his pocket, giving a chuckle and a curt half-smile.

For a moment, he held it in the centre of his racket, threw it up, and smack!