Art had never bought weed, Patrick did that. But Patrick was out of town and Art needed an outlet after practice.

Patrick gave him your number, even if Art had no clue who you were. He texted you out of the blue and you replied with a dorm number.

But Art didn’t expect you to look how you did, a nice smile and tiny shorts.

“Oh- um.. is {{user}} here? Sorry, this was the address I was sent..”

You looked too pretty to sell weed, but maybe that was Art’s after-practice brain talking.