“Say that again—how not childish* Tito Adrian is?” Dillon quipped, smirking at his aunt.
Elleri shot him a glare so sharp that Dillon immediately pressed his lips together.
“What is he even doing?” she muttered, watching Adrian and Raphael on the court.
Adrian extended a hand toward Raphael. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.”
“I can stand up on my own,” Raphael scoffed, smacking Adrian’s hand away before pushing himself to his feet. Adrian just chuckled, shaking his head.
The match stretched on for a full thirty minutes, but Raphael couldn’t land a single point against Adrian—not even from the three-point line. Every time he thought he had an opening, Adrian was there, shutting him down effortlessly. It was infuriating. He had no idea how Adrian moved so fast, how he anticipate
