~Martina~
"Out!" I yell when I see Sascha Zverev's opponent, Rafael Nadal, hit his shot long. "Game Zverev," I hear the chair umpire say. "Zverev leads 2 games to 1."
I watch from my lines person chair as Sascha and his opponent walked to their chairs on the change over. Sascha is my favorite player and I was in awe being on his court. They were in a tight third and deciding set and it was really thrilling to watch.
The longer the match progresses the more anxious I get. Come on Sascha, I think to myself, mentally cheering him on.
Sascha was losing the 3rd set 3-4 and there have been no service breaks so far, so there is a lot of pressure on Sascha to hold his serve.
Across the court, I see him toss the ball up, ready to serve. As the serve comes across the net straight down the line at me, Rafa looks like he is going to make contact, but misses the ball. The ball catches me off guard and hits me in the stomach.
I wince and lean over, and across the court I hear Sascha ask if I'm ok. He seems really worried if I am alright. I say, "I don't feel very well," and someone helps me off court and walks me to a nurse.
When I get there they give me and ice pack for my stomach and tell me to lay down. I say thank you and lay down on the couch.
I watch Sascha's match on the TV, and won his service game, but Rafa also won his service game so Rafa is leading 5-4.
Sascha win's his service game to tie the score at 5-5, and then breaks Rafa to go up 6-5. He serves for the match and it up 40-30, match point.
He tosses the ball up and hits it down the line, Rafa barely gets there and hits it short to his backhand. Sascha runs up and cracks the ball down the line for a winner.
Sascha just beat Rafael Nadal! "Yes!" I whisper yell to myself, "I knew you could do it!"
I slowly dose off to sleep, satisfied with Sascha's win. I dream that Sascha is at the nurse's office and talking to the receptionist at the front desk. I also dream that he is walking over to me and waking me up.
Wait.
This isn't a dream.
He is actually waking me up. Oh my god I am freaking out inside!
"Hey," Sascha says to me. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry that I hit you with that serve, I really didn't try to."
Still in a daze from being this close to Sascha Zverev, I reply, "It's alright it's not your fault."
"Let me make it up to you," Sascha tells you. "How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"
"You really don't have to do that just because you feel bad for me," I respond feeling a little annoyed.
"No no that's not what I meant," Sascha clarifies. "I really want to get to know you better, you seem like an amazing girl."
"Well in that case I would love to!" I say, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
"Sounds great! See you tonight." Sascha says winking at me as he walks out the door.
"Yup, see you then," I reply, excited for the night to come. My stomach is already feeling better.
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