Stay and play a game with Ian
From Create Your Own Story
You agree to a round with Ian. It’s a beautiful summer afternoon, the kind where the sun hangs lazily in a cloudless sky, and the chance to play tennis on a private court—on an estate like this—isn’t something that comes along every day.
You’re already dressed for the beach in light shorts and a fitted top, casual but close enough to pass for a friendly match. Ian leads you through his house, and even the walk to the back feels like a tour of quiet luxury—polished floors, wide hallways, sunlight pouring in from tall windows.
He pushes open an enormous glass door, and the view beyond makes you pause.
Stretching out before you is what seems like acres of manicured land. Just outside sits a long outdoor dining table with elegant chairs arranged neatly around it. A few steps down reveal a sprawling pool that glimmers under the midday sun, a jacuzzi bubbling gently beside it. And further to the left—immaculate and unmistakable—lies a full-sized tennis court, its surface pristine against the green backdrop.
You can’t help but feel amazed at the scale of it all.
Ian walks ahead with easy confidence, clearly at home here. He’s dressed in crisp white shorts and a fitted polo shirt, the fabric sharp against his sun-kissed skin. Everything about him feels effortless—polished, composed, slightly teasing. He turns back with a grin.
“Alright,” he says lightly, picking up a racket and handing one to you. “No going easy on me. A young, fit guy like you should at least make me work for it.”
You laugh, taking your position at the opposite end of the court. It’s been a while since you’ve played, and the first few rallies show it. Ian is good—really good. His serves are clean and precise, his footwork smooth. For the first few games, you’re scrambling just to keep up.
But slowly, your rhythm returns. Your timing sharpens. You start reading his shots, returning them with more confidence. The rallies grow longer, more competitive. The sound of the ball striking the rackets echoes sharply in the warm air.
Ian raises an eyebrow when you send a clean cross-court winner past him.
“Well,” he says with an approving smile, “there you are.”
The match stretches on, sweat gathering under the summer sun. It’s close—closer than it first seemed it would be. Ian looks impressed now, genuinely focused, no longer coasting.
As you near what might be the final game, the score is tight. Ian serves, poised and concentrated, clearly determined to finish strong.
The ball flies toward you.
Do you go all in for the return… or let him take the win? Do you
