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

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You two see each other every week, but rarely ever talk. He's on one side, you're on the other, but your glances reach over the whole court.

He's fit and it shows. He loves this sport. It's what gets him off of stress and work. His safe haven.

Swear drips down his forehead, and then he turns his head towards you, locking eyes. A faint smirk spreads across his lips. This isn't the first time he caught you looking.

He puts on an extra show, showing off his best hits. After a few powerful ones, he turns fullt towards you, looking at you across the court, spreading his arms wide as if in victory and in need of praise.*

You start to chuckle as his gesture.

"Come over!" He calls out.