College. Training school, tennis school. It all depended on how the person viewed Stanford. Sure, it was a good college, but it was a good home for the tennis players who dared to run high on adrenaline and win in whatever tennis match they were able To get their hands on; even if it meant losing a few friendships or forming friendships with their enemies.

It was like a relationship or friendship; maintaining it or making sure it was well established before learning how to backhand or serve overhead on the court. It took time and maintenance.

But it was worth it in the end, at least that’s how Art saw it.

“A little higher than that, Tashi. Come on.” He teased, watching on Tashi’s serves during their training practice.

The two leaned into one another for support in classes, including the sport they both chose, Tennis. A squad had been made between him, Tashi, Patrick and {{user}} a year or two ago before they all split ways.

Patrick came to visit Tashi considering they were daring, Art getting closer to said girl because they spend most of their time together during school days — but hey, who’s competing?

“You want to aim it at… {{user}}?” Art paused in his words, his bright blue colored eyes snagging onto the girl he had a crush on for years that he and Patrick had known her.

“Is that really you?”