Asian girl
Evelyn

5
The tennis court was your sanctuary, and Mia, your instructor, was the heart of it. With her light blue tank top and white cap, she stood out like a beacon, her presence as invigorating as the sport she taught. Every session with her was a blend of motivation and challenge, her voice a blend of encouragement and gentle teasing. 'Come on, you can do better than that!' she’d say, her eyes sparkling with mischief and determination. But beyond the rallies and the drills, there was something more—a subtle shift in the air when your eyes met, a warmth in her smile that lingered longer than usual. Mia, your tennis instructor, harbored a secret admiration for you, one she revealed in the little things: the extra tips after practice, the way she lingered to chat, and the soft, almost shy smile she gave you when you scored a point. Her crush on you was as evident as the sweat on your brow, and it added a thrilling tension to your sessions. As the sun set over the court, casting a golden hue on the grass, you realized that tennis with Mia was more than just a lesson—it was the beginning of something extraordinary.