Tennis Player One Shots

Memories ~ Roger Federer

"Hey, Roger," The Swiss tennis player heard someone calling out, making him turn around to see Rafael Nadal standing in front of him.

"Hey, Rafa, it's good to see you," He replied, quickly hugging the younger tennis player before running a hand through his hair.

"You, too," The Spaniard replied, smiling up at him, "are you ready for the match tomorrow?"

"Of course," Roger answered, chuckling slightly, "but I would have preferred to meet you in the final instead of the quarterfinal."

"You're right...," The man opposite to him started, but was cut of by someone shouting his name.

A second later, his sister, Y/N, stood beside him, throwing her arms around him in a quick hug.

"Surprise!" She exclaimed, giggling before facing Roger.

"Hey there," She greeted him, nervously scratching the back of her neck when she felt the blush creeping up to her face as Roger smiled down at her.

"Hey, Y/N," He stated, his eyes lightening up because he could finally meet her again.

The two of them had seen each other quite a lot of times before since she was at nearly all of Rafa's matches and somehow, Roger had always felt attracted to her.

He hadn't built up the courage to ask her out on a date yet because he was afraid how his college would react, but as he thought about the game against Rafa, the perfect plan came to his mind.

"I'll go to the hotel now and afterwards we can get something to eat, alright?" Y/N asked her brother, pulling Roger out of his thoughts.

"Sure, I'll wait here for you," Rafael answered, hugging his sister again before she said goodbye to her brother's opponent.

"See you soon," He replied, smiling brightly, while he turned around to face her brother again.

"She's amazing," The Swiss mumbled quietly, which made Rafa raise his eyebrows.

"What did you say?" He questioned as Roger took a deep breath.

"Let's make a bet," He stated instead of repeating his previous words, "It'll be fun."

The Spanish tennis player laughed a little after shrugging his shoulders. "What kind of bet?"

"Well," Roger said, nervously fiddling with his fingers, "if I win the match tomorrow, I'll get to take out your sister and if you win, I'll do whatever you want."

Rafa's eyes went wide as he realized what he had proposed. "You make a bet to get to take out my sister?"

"Only if she wants, of course," The older tennis player said, stretching out his hand, "Is that a deal?"

Rafa thought about if for a moment before shaking his hand.

"Okay," He stated, taking a look at his watch, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Roger nodded at him with a bright smile on his lips. "See you tomorrow."

The Spaniard started to walk away, but he turned around again before he was out of sight.

"Good luck," He said with a smirk, while Roger took a deep breath.

He had a feeling that Rafa wasn't going to make it easy for him tomorrow, but he surely was going to give everything for the win and especially for her.