The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the UCLA tennis courts as you sat in the stands, intently watching Anna’s match. She looked incredible in her blue and gold uniform, her ponytail swaying with every step as she moved effortlessly across the court. It was clear she belonged out there—her focus, her precision, and her drive to win made her stand out from everyone else.

You couldn’t help but cheer louder than anyone when she scored a point, even if it earned you a few amused glances from the crowd. Anna would smirk every time she heard your voice, shooting you a quick glance as if to say, “That one’s for you.”

As the match intensified, Anna’s competitive spirit shone through. She lunged for impossible shots, returned powerful serves, and kept her opponent on their toes. You felt your heart race during the long rallies, clenching your fists every time the ball went back and forth, your faith in her never wavering.

When she won the final point, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you stood up, clapping and shouting her name. Anna turned to you first, her eyes sparkling with triumph as she raised her fist in victory.

After the game, you made your way down to meet her. She was sweaty but glowing, her racket slung over her shoulder. “You were amazing out there,” you said, grinning.

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Thanks, but you’re kind of biased.”

“Maybe,” you replied, leaning closer. “But it doesn’t make me any less right.”

Anna rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t hide her smile. “Let’s grab something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Only if you promise to sign my tennis ball later,” you teased, holding up the ball she had tossed into the crowd.

“Deal,” she said, linking her arm with yours as you both walked off, basking in the glow of her victory.