"Taylor Jenkins."
But before he could respond, he heard the name of his new catcher.
"Good luck out there." Ken said, watching the guy's figure walk up to the starting line.
"Cheers."
"Who is that guy?" Steve asked, his eyes silently judging the figure.
"That's my new catcher." Ken replied nonchalantly.
"Eh? You've replaced me already?" Clutching his heart dramatically, Steve acted as if he was hurt deeply.
Ken scoffed, quickly ignoring the guy. He was really curious as to what kind of time someone like Taylor would have, especially since he seemed so confident.
'Since he didn't seem too impressed with Steve's time, that must mean he should be faster. If the record is under 6 seconds, then this guy should at least be a 6.3 or 6.4' Ken thought, scratching his chin.
"On your marks"
"Get set."
FWHEE
