𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐖𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐍

carlos alcaraz paced nervously, the only sound in the men’s locker room the sound of the clock’s slight out of time ticking. he wiped his sweaty palms on his nike shorts, and tapped his foot nervously.

he’d faced jannik sinner before, but this, was the wimbledon final. he’d done it before, and the expectation was, that he’d do it again. and the italian was a tough competitor.

the door to the men’s locker room opened suddenly. he jumped at the sound, but relaxed when he recognised the figure peeking though.