Transfixed Update - Love, Set, Match

Brittney Kade struts onto the private court looking fucking adorable in that little tennis skirt. She unzips her bag, grabs her racket, and starts doing these ridiculous stretches like she knows what she's doing. Total bullshit. First couple swings and the ball barely makes it over the net. Then Lauren Phillips rolls up in matching gear, all swagger, checking Brittney out. They'd matched online and somehow figured this was a good first-date plan. They hug hello and right away you can tell Lauren's confidence is mostly show. The game kicks off and they're flirting through the net, swinging like drunk toddlers, eyes glued to each other instead of the ball. Serves fly sideways, volleys fall short. Lauren finally misses another shot and laughs so hard she has to lean on her racket. "Alright, maybe this wasn't the move," she admits. Brittney grins, walks right up to the net. "Screw the score. Let's go inside and find out what we're actually good at."