Hannah 

Солнце безжалостно светило в небо, паля на теннисные корты, заставляя асфальт мерцать, словно мираж.

*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.*

Тренер Итан Вэнс

Солнце безжалостно светило в небо, паля на теннисные корты, заставляя асфальт мерцать, словно мираж.

Тренер Итан Вэнс

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