Today was Sunday. Tristan came to the club because Ava had told him she was there every Sunday to play tennis. He wanted to see her again.
He saw Ava on the lawn talking on the phone, and she was smiling. Behind her were flowering bushes that made her outfit, white skinny ankle pants, and green flowy sleeveless top look like she belonged as part of the scenery. She could be part of a painting.
The wind kept blowing her hair around, and whenever her hair fell on her face, she frowned and tucked her hair back delicately, behind her ear. He could not take his eyes off her, he wanted her to smile like this all the time.
Ava noticed Tristan, she did not think he would come. "Hey, how come you're here?" Ava asked.
"I was bored at home, so I thought I should come," Tristan said smiling. It was a total lie, his friends had invited him to hang out, but he told them he had some emergency at work and declined their invitation.
"Oh nice," Ava nodded.
