It's the morning of my first game in Wimbledon. I've been avoiding social media for the last two weeks, every time I log on, my feed is flooded with news channels talking about me and Wimbledon and the attention that's surrounding me and Wimbledon this year.
My match isn't until four o'clock later today, the prime spot, in the best arena. So I decided to head out on a run through the streets of London.
The best part about going for a run is that if anyone recognises you, you've already ran away by the time they realise who they've just seen. It also means that if someone tries to stop me, I can just keep running and pretend I didn't hear them. It's an easy way of sight seeing without the crowds that gather.
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"Now darling as much as I love your company and presence here, but why are you here?"
"You know Marge" I say "it's because your actually the only person I know that's in England"
The older women leans in closer to me from across the bar "that's kind of sad"
I let out a laugh at her words.
During my run I had passed this bar. The bar Lewis had brought me to after I lost the French open and my record. The bar that he had challenged Darren to a darts game and won, meaning Darren couldn't go into the VIP area of Red Bull if I'm there.
Originally I'd ran straight past it. But as I rounded the corner the thought of sitting alone in a giant hotel room, thinking of nothing but the upcoming match and my uncle, I quickly turned around and headed into the bar.
It was fairly empty, with only a couple of people sitting in chairs angled at the tv. I took a seat on one of the stools at the bar. Marge quickly came up to me and we've been talking since.
"It's true" I say "I have 6 contacts in my main photo. And all of them are currently in Australia"
"Your main phone?" She raises her eyebrows
"One phone for actually important people I might need to talk to, and the other one I haven't used in a long time. It's more to contact people from brands and......other people" I say and she scoffs at my words, understanding what I mean straight away
"You young people"
"I'm hardly a young person"
"You should stop acting like your 60, because then before you know it, you'll be 60 and wishing to be 30 again"
"I'm 36"
"36 years young. And plus, in three weeks you'll be showing the world that even the oldies can still fight" she says with a wink, making me smile.
We don't say anything for a moment as she picks up a glass off the sink in front of her and begins to wipe them with a towel. Then she glances up at me and smiles
"Is Lewis one of the six contacts in this phone of very important people"
I let out a scoff
"This might come as a shocker, but I don't actually have that many friends. And Lewis I guess, is the exception"
"He's more than a friend?"
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