Agatha and Fitz had been dating for a couple of months and things were going well. Fitz decided he had the perfect date, a romantic game of tennis. Agatha was not what one would call coordinated but she liked Fitz and wanted to be a good sport, so she decided to play. She walked onto the court. Her head, one would assume was filled with endless self talk, desperate to pump herself up and maybe discover some hidden tennis talents.
The ball came flying towards Agatha. She gathered up her courage and swung the racket with as much grace as she could muster. The ball came sailing towards her, completely avoiding her racket and hit her directly in the head.
Fitz felt the romance slip right out of his reach too.
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