Sasha and Kristine exchanged a look that spoke volumes.
He clearly didn't get it.
Their perfect evening—unfiltered, uninterrupted, unbothered—was now being encroached upon by a stranger who thought charm alone could make up for his lack of boundaries.
Sasha turned back to him, folding her hands in front of her. "You said your date stood you up?"
"Yeah. Crazy, right? She texted last minute. Said she had an emergency. I was already dressed and out the door."
"Hmm," Sasha said, nodding. "Sounds rough."
The tone of her voice didn't match her words. She of course recognized who this man was. Only someone who was living under a rock wouldn't.
Kristine tried again, more directly this time. "Look, we're sorry about your night, but we came here to spend time together. Just the two of us." She frowned. She'd seen this man defeating her husband on the court 4 times in a row. Kristine definitely has no love for this person.
