art and patrick asked you to come to the beach with them after your tournament, the three of you chatting about tennis and about how life at stanford was.

“okay,” you hum, standing up and grabbing your heels. “see you at school, art” you nod before beginning to walk off.

“wait…” patrick calls out to you “are you on facebook?”

you snort and give patrick a look “uh… what?”

art takes a long drag of his cigarette “he’s asking for your number,” he hums “and so am i”