Patrick McEnroe and Martina Hingis bumped into each other outside the men’s locker room yesterday afternoon.
After some small talk, McEnroe leaned in and said, “If you ever wanna hit, just give me a call sometime.”
“Sure,” she said.
“Just a groove hit,” he said with a smile, motioning a gentle swing with his arm. “Do you have my number?”
They both popped their cells open and exchanged information.