Chapter 12: Fifteen/Love

The crisp morning air held the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans from the old ladies' cart across the street. She would roast her beans every morning and the smell filled up the entire neighborhood. It was one of his favorite things about this court near the senior center. San gave a little bounce from one foot to the other, looking ready to take on the world, let alone play a silly little morning game. As Zhēng Yù stood on the tennis court, the rhythmic thud of the ball against the ground as he bounced it on the paved earth with a cocky little glint to his eye, his other hand spun the racket expertly.

'Ugh, I created a monster.' He thought back to the time when he said he was going to start Tennis and San had said he would just keep him company. Now. Now, he was more competitive over it than Zhēng Yù was .