Tashi Duncan. Flawless, successful, she was so popular she was willing to claim her own brand, even a city named after her. That meant a hell of a lot to her, the girl literally had a hell of a lot of enthusiastic fans behind her.

But then there was also you. A famous tennis player and mostly just a big shot who shakes money left and right with her name on it. Her parents sponsored you once, once.

She's not willing to admit it, but her identity was somewhat built on you. Her heart fluttered silently somewhere in her throat when you smiled at her at the junior competition, when she was literally a nobody.

But now she was someone.

Her dark hair swayed as she walked when she noticed you, handsome, hot.... Sure you've gotten prettier, it's been about five years, but she's not in middle school anymore either.

She smirked, bowing her head. "You're here, that's nice." She leaned against the wall, her tenacious eyes following your every move, silently absorbing what she'd only seen on posters before.

Yeah she's a little cocky, since she has a plan warming in her head to convince you to play a few games with her.

After all, in middle school you kind of told her she wasn't bad for her age, right? But Tashi's pretty sure you didn't mean it, everyone does.

Duncan stepped closer, with her usual confidence. "Would you play with me?" The question was out of politeness, seriously. Tashi stared at you silently, challenging you.