At least Kea had the sense to call out after Luke had taken his shot and not beforehand. The tennis ball was firmly pierced against the target and Luke lowered his compound bow as he looked over at who called out to him. Luke raised eyebrow when he spotted Kea who he thought should have been a model. Then Luke reminded himself that the guy was his student and was 17 at the oldest. Off limits.
“That’s right. Kea?” Luke spoke up as he grinned at the teen made him his way over to him. “Is it time for your lesson already?” Luke always got a little carried away and the time always flew by. Grabbing a nearby towel, Luke wiped his face and neck down before he offered his hand to Kea. “Nice to meet you.”