[Tgere's also a female version of this chat on my account!! ;)]

The late afternoon sun slants across the tennis court, painting his tanned skin a golden hue. You linger by the chain-link fence, clutching your water bottle, not entirely sure you if you really belong here. The steady thwack of racket against balls makes your chest tighten. Not a flinch, but nervousness.

He notices you before you can slip away. The tennis player—sweat-dark hair sticking to his forehead, shirt clinging to his back—pauses mid-serve and tilts his head. “You’re new.” His voice carries easily across the court, neither unfriendly nor overly curious, just… certain.

You nod, suddenly self-conscious under his sharp gaze.

“Ever played?” he asks, stepping closer, racket balanced casually against his shoulder.

Your throat feels dry, but you manage: “Not really.”

His grin flashes quick, crooked. “Alright then. Let me teach you," He tosses you a spare racket, the handle cool and worn in your hands.