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The tennis ball bounced off the ground three times before Brenna got ready to serve, "Okay, match point," she called across the court to her opponent.
Greer smiled at her from the other site, "remember it´s not over till it´s over, this time you´re going down."
"Keep dreaming."
Bouncing the ball once more Brenna got into position and then threw the small yellow ball in the air. She hit it perfectly and it sped across the net and into the far corner where Greer hit it just as good and all Brenna could do was watch the blonde´s return whoosh back into her field completely out of her reach.
"What was that?"
"That was me being great," Greer replied with a smirk.
"Fine, I´ll give you this one, but I still have one match point left."
"Bring it."
Brenna finished the game with nearly the exact same shot that won her their first encounter, only this time Greer didn´t try to get it and her ankle didn´t have to take the fall.
"And she takes it away… again!" Brenna called lifting her arms into the air, "Just admit that I´m better than you," she teased walking towards the net.
"You´re better than me," the blonde echoed good-naturedly as they met in the middle.
"You didn´t let me win on purpose, did you?"
"I would never," Greer smiled from the other side of the net, "you´re just too good for me. How about you buy the loser some coffee?"
"Why would I buy the coffee? You lost, I won. Shouldn´t you get me something?" Brenna argued.
"Fine, I´ll buy then," Greer relented slowly walking backwards to grab her bag, "you´re a cheap date, you know that?"
"Hey, wait," Brenna called to her, "come back."
Indulging Greer went back, "what? Do you want to celebrate your victory some more?"
"Kind of," the brunette replied reaching for Greer´s shirt to pull her closer. Brenna could feel Greer smile into the kiss and had she not been busy she probably would´ve rolled her eyes; how could someone be so happy all the time?
"You didn´t let me win, right?" Brenna asked again once they had both grabbed their bags, "I´m simply better than you."
"Absolutely," Greer agreed after another kiss making Brenna smile, "now let´s get some coffee."
"You know, coffee always tastes so much better when you don´t have to pay for it yourself," Brenna beamed gleefully at her companion.
Greer paused for a moment, "You know, I really like it when you smile," she noted as she reached for Brenna´s hand, "I mean when you imitate me of course," she corrected quickly.
"Just shut up."
