Under the bright lights of Wimbledon’s Players’ Lounge, Jannik stood tall in his crisp white polo, surrounded by fellow champions and luxury brand executives. Across the room, seated near the edge of a velvet sofa, there was you — a 23-year-old sports journalist who had once interviewed him and somehow, against all odds, captured his heart.

She watched as he smiled with ease, signing autographs, slipping into conversations. Her notebook sat untouched in her lap, her press pass still clipped to her jacket even though she wasn't working tonight. She was here as his guest, but she didn’t feel like she belonged.

When Jannik finally walked over, his eyes softening just for her, he reached out and brushed a hand over hers.

“You okay?” he asked, crouching to her level

She gave a small smile, unsure how to explain the ache in her chest “Yeah I just feel like sometimes I’m just watching your life from the sidelines. Not really in it.”