Leo took a few tentative steps, then a sharp side-step. He felt the court—or at least the linoleum—grip back. It was a strange sensation, like the shoes were anticipating his next move. He did a quick split-step, then a mock overhead smash. No sliding. No flapping. Just a crisp, satisfying thud as the herringbone tread held firm.
"I'll take the speed demons," Leo said, already imagining the look on Sarah’s face when he actually reached her drop shots. buy tennis shoes
"Time for an upgrade," his doubles partner, Sarah, said, pointing at the flapping fabric of his right toe. "Unless you're planning on ice skating next Tuesday." Leo took a few tentative steps, then a sharp side-step