I could see in his eyes that that was that and I accepted the overly generous offer which he had presented me with. My morales told me not to but my brain was of an entirely different opinion. This was my only chance to spend my night inside for I had not enough money for a room.

"Brilliant," Rafa smiled happily. He seemed to genuinely want me there so who was I to refuse. He picked up my bags and we started walking to the car.

"I will buy a plane ticket for seven PM tomorrow. This will ensure that you get to stay for the entire finals. You can sleep in my hotel room tonight. The only cost is that you definitely see me at Wimbledon." Rafa was speaking in Spanish now, knowing from earlier that I understood it.

"If you're sure," I replied. We got in his Kia, fortunately the team had already gone ahead separately so I didn't have to endure the awkward greetings yet. I was rather surprised to find out that he was a slow driver considering his speed on court.

"Can you read the map for me?" He asked "It's in the front compartment."

"Of course your worshipfulness," I teased, speaking without thinking.

"Your worshipfulness?" He asked distastefully "In that case you can be your petiteness."

I was fairly small and I blushed a bright red. I could see that he was smiling victoriously.

"Well maybe I should just throw this map out of the window if you're going to insult me," I threatened trying to wipe the victory from his eyes.

"I don't think that you could reach to the window!" He laughed "And anyway you need the map as much as I do."

"Hey, I'm not that small!" I protested "I'm nearly as tall as David Ferrer!"

"Ferru is pretty small too." Rafa said "Now where are we?"

"I haven't a clue," I replied before adding jokily "And I'm not going to help until you apologise for your ungentlemanly conduct."

"I'm not apologising little lady," Rafa said "I don't even need the map. I could just pull over and I'm sure that I would go to sleep straight away in this seat."

"Go on then," I challenged. Much to my dismay he did pull over and when he told me to have a good sleep he seemed serious. He stayed quiet for several minutes and I was sure that he was bluffing but then he started to snore softly. He actually had gone to sleep. It left me in an interesting situation. I could try to sleep here or I could wake him and sleep much better in his hotel. But that would mean that he would win. I did my best to sleep for twenty whole minutes but in the end, realising that he had won, I had to wake him up, apologise and read the map for him just to stop him from going back to sleep there. And the aura of victory around him never left.