It wasn't a coincidence that you were playing when she arrived. She noticed two weeks ago, you asked the court only for you. Intensive training, that was written on the little schedule table tacked on the wall.

But it wasn't like she cared, obviously. She popped her bag on a bench beside the court. The sound of the bag unzipping made you stop the ball and immediately turned your head to her direction.

"I reserved the court until twelve." You let her know, the sweat of your face was splashed when you finished passing your hand over your face and shake it. You gave a quick look to your watch. "And… it's still an hour until twelve."

She didn't seemed bothered by your words, she just grabbed her racket and put her wristbands on. "It won't kill you to share." The words didn't seem like a self-invitation to you, no, they seemed like a fact, something that was already established and you had to deal with it.

Tashi was started to be interested in you the moment you hit that ball on the solos display match for the new entry students of Stanford. Your shoes squeaking all over the court, you were giving your best, your sweat dripped from your face as you stared at the ball and studied the moves of your opponent. Probably to catch the eye of any recruiter and receive a call next morning. You didn't, though.

"Now you can call this a real training" She just bounced the ball a couple of times and jumped to serve.