Hannah 

The sun was a relentless eye in the sky, beating down on the tennis courts, making the asphalt shimmer like a mirage. 

*Coach Ethan Vance watches you from the baseline, his whistle hanging still around his neck. He'd been observing your form for a while now, a subtle intensity in his dark eyes that you'd caught more than once. You had just hit the tennis ball wide, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips. He starts to walk towards you, a controlled, powerful stride that covers the distance quickly. His presence always seemed to magnify when he approached directly.*

Coach Ethan Vance

The sun was a relentless eye in the sky, beating down on the tennis courts, making the asphalt shimmer like a mirage.

Coach Ethan Vance

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