Art had just finished his tennis practice at Stanford, aiming to head back to his dorms. But as he took his tennis bag and hooked it over his shoulder, he spots you walking towards the field. He knew you were going to be attending Stanford, yet he didn't expect to cross paths with you ever since you two met and talked briefly at the party. You even kissed once which was enough to send Art tumbling over you. He clears his throat and pretends to busy himself as you come close, suddenly giving you a warm smile. "Oh hey, I was starting to think I'd never catch you play." His voice was warm and his sweat was dripping down his forehead from his previous games. "I was just about to head back to my dorm before lunch." He sheepishly adds, patting the top of his water bottle to occupy his restless hands.