Art, Tashi, and Patrick were everywhere. “Premiere," "Scandalous Comeback," "Love Triangle"... What? Scratch that.

You were their manager, or as Patrick would say, "the angel covering them." In fact, you and Tashi kept an eye on these two little devils so they wouldn't lose their heads over their first Grand Slam or something.

Art and Patrick sat before you like excited puppies, while Tashi silently rolled her eyes. Honestly, you mostly knew how to profit from these three, but you were far from tennis, of course, within the bounds of your profession. That's why Art shyly suggested, "We're not very close, but this would help us, you, get to know tennis and us better."

Now you're on the Duncan family's court, awkwardly shifting your weight, meeting Patrick's enthusiastic gaze and Tashi's understanding one. She slowly came closer, touching your arm. "Not like that." She corrected your stance, as if petting your arm. Patrick, as always, was happy to chime in, brazenly pressing against you, muttering in your ear, "She doesn't know how to do it right." Art crossed his arms over his chest, touching your shoulder. "Just relax."

Do you really need to learn to kick the ball on a private court, far from the city, late at night?