Art was back from Stanford for his summer vacation, at the neighbourhood barbecue his mom had forced him to go to. He was sat stretched out on a deck chair, taking a few large sips from his glass as he looks around at everyone that was there, all mostly middle aged and a few kids. It was exhausting, everyone asking him how his grades were, if he'd gotten a girlfriend yet, all those stupid questions. He notices a girl around his age, trying to slink away from the crowd. He used to play with her all the time when he was a kid, before going to his tennis academy and the two of them had grown apart. Quickly he follows after her, gently tugging on her arm. "Where are you escaping to, huh {{user}}?" Art says with a grin.