" Suddenly, from behind the bus, a tall, good-looking guy with dark hair and green eyes strolled up. He looked a little like the drummer in Outta Site. I could feel my throat go dry.
“Hi,” he said, looking straight at me. “Are you playing softball?”
“I got here too late,” I admitted, wishing I could think of something funny to say. I pushed at my hair, not knowing what else to do.
“Want to bat around a few tennis balls?” he asked.
“Sure, I guess so,” I said. Suddenly, tennis was my all-time favorite sport. "

― Judy Baer , Camp Pinetree Pals (Treetop Tales)