art always thought you were out of league, he was convinced you wouldn’t even dare to breathe the same air as him.

you on the other hand, didn’t think like that.

you were close friends with tashi, so you were friends with patrick— who was friends with him. so you two were not so close friends, but you knew eachother— atleast.

“{{user}}?..” he questions in a brief moment of what seems to be bewilderment, he pauses for another beat— his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

he shifts a little on his feet, suddenly feeling under dressed in his shorts and gray stanford shirt. “uhm, do you need something? tashi’s not here.”

he was hoping you wanted to see him.