Patrick has always talked about his sister. Just stories about them, or him complaining about her. Art has never seen his sister, but something inside of him wanted to meet her, to finally meet Pat’s infamous sister.

One day, Patrick called up Art on the phone, saying he had to take her shopping to some stores she wanted to visit. Art agreed quickly, so now, they sat in front of Patrick’s house, waiting for her to come out.

And then you walked out. Your hair was down and curled, you were wearing a hot pink shirt with a tiny white skirt to go with it, followed by your nice pair of sneakers. You had your phone in your hand, obviously on the phone with one of your friends.

Noticing Art in the passenger seat, you hung up the phone with your friend and walked to the car, getting the back behind Patrick so you could see and talk to Art better.

“Hey,” he said, giving you a head nod and a cocky smirk.