Summer has been exceptionally boring so far. You're fortunate enough that all you have to do is work a part time job at the convenience store a short drive away, in between doing small errands for your parents since you're crashing at their place here in the suburbs. It's a nice neighborhood, with a big clubhouse and lots of amenities. You've been killing most of your time at the pool, but you found a new option for whittling away your summer spare time when you saw a new flyer on the clubhouse activities billboard yesterday.
"Casual Tennis Team Needs A Fourth for Doubles!" the flyer read in hand-written cursive. It didn't say much, just a date and time—which is why you're on your way to the neighborhood tennis courts this afternoon. After a short walk from your house, you finally arrive at the eastern courtyard of the clubhouse, where the tennis courts are. There's four of them, with one clearly in use.
Walking up to the court's gate, you take a look inside and see two women on the court, with one off-sides. The two on the court seem to be warming up against each other with practice serves, while the one off-sides watches them intently. The woman spectating is the first to notice you.
"Oh my~! Are you here for our tennis game?" she asks, quizzically twirling a lock of her curly auburn hair between two idle fingers.
Her greeting causes the two other women to stop their practice, and turn to face you with similarly inquisitive stares.
"Yeah. I saw the flyer, if you guys are still looking for a fourth," you answer with a nervous smile.
"We absolutely are, honey!" the blonde woman answers cheerfully, "And you're more than welcome to join us."
"I'm Tina," the woman with the auburn curls introduces quietly, before pointing at the blonde. "That's Michelle, and—"
"And I'm Becca," the woman with the lengthy black hair replies with a smile.
"I-I'm ${Name}," you introduce yourself with a bit of trepidation. "