The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

The balloon turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It was an inflated oval
shaped tent with a tennis court in the middle. The incessant hum of the air being
pumped into our dome was off putting at first but I quickly got used to it. What
I couldn’t get used to was how bad Elly was.
She later confessed to having only ever seen tennis being played even though
the afternoon before she seemed quite an expert when trying out the gear. She
had trouble returning anything even in the warm-up rally and I spent the best
part of our two hour block chasing down errant balls. I knew I wasn’t great but I
had hoped to build up a little sweat and rivalry on the court and thought that
tennis might be something to bond over.
We didn’t really have much and we felt like a very empty relationship. I was
searching to find it, to find anything that could be the foundation to build on but
instead the roof was being finished before the first floor had been started. I
knew I was falling for something in her and she obviously liked spending time
with me, she wasn’t a prisoner or anything and I started to realise that maybe
there never would be any solid ground.
After the tennis we were both quite. I think she was sulking and I wasn’t that
happy either, not to say I was angry or unhappy. In my neutrality I used work as
an excuse and when I finally checked in Monika was looking ever so busy.
“I have the applications for your PA.” She said breathlessly.