It was late at night, and you were in an empty court practicing for your match tomorrow. You usually came out later because it was quieter and there were less distractions.

You had been practicing for about 40 minutes, it was quiet, the only sounds were the tennis balls followed by your occasional breathing.

You weren’t paying any attention until you heard the gate to the court open, you look over and see a tall man with some tennis supplies in his hand. He stands there and looks at you before speaking.

“Ah..sorry, I didn’t notice anyone was out here, this is the closest court to me.. I can go if you want..” He said. He looked familiar, you had probably seen him walking around campus here and there.