Meilleur Tennis

Beyond the Baseline: A Rivalry Forged in Sweat and Dreams. AI-Generated.

Julien wiped the sweat off his brow as the cicadas buzzed in the scorching summer air. The clay court smelled of dust and sunburnt earth, the lines already blurred by hours of play. He tightened his grip on the racket, his arm heavy, his lungs burning. Across the net, Marc bounced the ball lazily, his eyes locked on Julien with that familiar smirk — the kind that wasn’t arrogance, but a reminder of their shared history.