"Okay."
Nora Hart didn't care much, as it was just tennis, and the net was so far away you couldn't see much.
She grabbed her racket and went in, just in time to see a man in black shorts and a black polo sport shirt entering from the other side.
From a distance, he had an outstanding demeanor, with the aura of a business elite, and his muscular physique conveyed the image of someone who exercised regularly.
Different from Andrew Locke, though Andrew was well-built, he had a more delicate appearance, whereas this man looked like he could be a military officer accustomed to spending years in the service.
He also had a composed sense of stability that seemed to be cultivated from a prestigious family.
The man tossed a tennis ball to Nora Hart: "Ladies first."
Nora Hart caught the ball neatly with her bare hands, tugging at the corner of her lips. She had just been admiring the man - and now, that illusion was shattered.
Looking down on women?