Alex Santiago

Mom, this is Alex Santiago.

- Hey! - Hey, I'm sorry, practice ran late.

Couldn't resist, could you?

how can you turn this down?

So you'd rather spend the rest of your summer tossing broken plaster in a dumpster?

- Slow down. I'm not going. - Why?

Maybe I could get an internship over there, like in Stockholm or something.

Please just don't say no until I at least show you a picture.

I'm not interested in playing pro. I'd rather be here, working. I'm saving for college.

Hey, what's wrong?

- That's insane. - Maybe to you.

Like this.

I think you're up to it. You are fantastic.

And you say that you're okay with that, but you're not, and you never will be.

I can't go, I told my uncle I'd work for him. He needs the bodies.

Hey!

An e-mailed confirmation of my application to that tennis clinic.

I don't know what you're doing, but I'm going home.

- Just a little bit busy here. - Well, let's go outside.

Well, I didn't. I came for the kiss.

- Good serve. - From the club?

You and I want different things.

- You think I did that? - You're the only person I told.