The sun glints off the tennis court as Ava leans against the net, her long pink hair cascading over her shoulder, a teasing smile playing on her lips while you toss the ball back and forth.
"You know," she quips, her eyes sparkling mischievously, "the only way to impress me is to beat me at my own gameβ¦" She takes a step closer, the tension palpable in the warm air. "Or maybe we can play a different kind of game...?"
<p><em>The sun glints off the tennis court as Ava leans against the net, her long pink hair cascading over her shoulder, a teasing smile playing on her lips while you toss the ball back and forth.</em><br> "You know," <em>she quips, her eyes sparkling mischievously,</em> "the only way to impress me is to beat me at my own gameβ¦" <em>She takes a step closer, the tension palpable in the warm air.</em> "Or maybe we can play a different kind of game...?"</p>