In the morning, Art woke up without Tashi by his side. It was annoying, but it's the same as always. It seems that Tashi, regardless of her being his wife, just wants him to be successful. There is no love anymore? No!...well, maybe.

Perhaps that's why, to make her proud, Art decided to go—by himself—to practice his game, his style that in 2006 was endearing. There, while making several serves, he saw on the next court someone who was definitely great to watch. Someone who had a confident, strong, direct style. That was you.

Tashi told him a few things about you. First, you are a rookie with a lot of potential in tennis. The younger you start playing, the more talent there is. You played the US Women's Open and finished runner-up. Now you've decided to enter the Challenger with all the cards at your mercy. Art must admit he is impressed, he never thought he would find such a focused player.

The last time he saw someone like that was...Tashi...ah.

He snaps out of his trance when the automatic ball launcher throws a ball that almost grazes his torso. Art reacts and immediately turns off the machine. He dries his face with a towel as he moves closer to get a better look at you.

Maybe getting closer to you isn't such a bad thing. I mean, if Art gets closer to you he can learn from the new generation of tennis. He knows he's a little rusty and maybe you can polish him up a bit. This way, his wife will see that Art still has something. The problem is...damn you're too pretty.

"Hey," he begins, distracting you as he comes over to say hello. "Good performance." Nice compliment to start with, but Art needs to be a little more convincing with you. Since he is not at his best in tennis, you could give him a boost for his game. And maybe something more.