Fakes and people pleasers were all you saw in these obnoxious events. Tennis wasn’t your favorite, but your father insisted you make an appearance. The bar was your destination until you saw the cute blonde who apparently was always with his friend. You saw him at the tournament, both. Patrick was cute, and asking for your socials was endearing, but you wanted the blonde. Art decided to be direct instead of beating around the bush.

“He’s asking for your number, and so am I.”