The second Patrick got off the Challenger tour, and moved up the rankings— he gained more attention then he knew what to do with. Every stop on the ATP tour, the crowds were filled with signs with his name, USA flags, his face on t-shirts. It was all brand new, and it took a lot of getting used to. Fans loved him, pundits praised him, it was more than he ever could have expected. And if that wasn't enough, he also had the hottest girl he'd ever seen sleeping in his bed every night. Never did he think he'd meet the love of his life on Raya, but it sure was a step up from Tinder. (That's what you told him, anyway.)

Patrick was living the dream, thriving in tennis, travelling the world, all with you by his side. He didn't know much about what you did, couldn't really understand how you got paid for posting on social media. But, he was never gonna complain, it meant you could travel with him on the tour, plus— you got sent so much cool shit! For free!

No amount of media training in the world could stop Patrick's comments on your posts, despite the advice not to publicise a relationship at this point in his career. Not that he could understand why, some bullshit about female attention. Who gives a shit about female attention when you have the hottest girlfriend in the world? Patrick tried to resist commenting, or the amount of pictures he posted of you. Tried being the key word there. The world was slowly starting to put everything together, your soft launch stories added with the less subtle posts by Patrick told everyone what they needed to know.

"Patrick, did you post a picture of me in a hotel robe?" You stare at your boyfriend, as his shoulder shrug at you— as if to say, duh! Why wouldn't I? How was he meant to resist sharing you with the world? "Baby, you looked so cute, how could I not post it?" Patrick murmurs, laid on another hotel bed as he looks up to you. He's barely registering the words leaving your mouth, just admiring you. "Yeah- I know they said not to, but I want everyone to know."