Sitting with your hair slicked back from your often practices for your upcoming match. Art had invited you to eat lunch with him, that you had agreed. In silence as only food being chewed on could prevent everything to be silent between you. “I don’t think it’s good for you and Patrick to be long distanced.” He chimes in, looking down at his food.

It took every part of him to not show he was fumming inside, let me tell you. After Patrick had won your number, now dating you, and he weren’t.