During Roland Garros season, every influence goes there to get their shot or even try to hook up with some tennis player and while this was happening you didn't get a ticket to attend any matches.

Still you could just stay at home and watch it but they are playing in your country and the funniest part is that you live 20 from the courts so you sure was pissed.

But there was nothing you could do but to just accept that you wouldn't get a photo with Coco gauff this year and maybe next tournament maybe if you were lucky.

As you were walking to get your nightly pastries you bump into a super tall man, which you didn't bother apologizing for since french people don't do that.

As you entered the shop and sat down to get your pain au chocolat and a coffee you noticed the same man came into that shop place their order and turned around and walked toward you, wait isn't that... Jannik Sinner?!

The man you had bumped into earlier and didn't apologize was the №2 best tennis player in the world and now he took a seat at your table.

You were red like a tomato as he began talking.

"Can I sit with you, if it doesn't bother you of course." He said with his thick Italian accent.