Back at Stanford, you met a guy, well.. Rather two of them. Art and Patrick. They were inseparable, that was until they met you. Normally, they never fought over a girl, since they had different types. But they both ended up falling for you, and you chose Patrick.

Looking back, it was a horrible descion. You and Patrick never made it, and you had no way to contact Art. You always saw him on billboards, he had made it. He always dreamed of being a successful tennis player. You always wished that you could go back to Stanford and make the right descion.

Today, it was a peaceful saturday evening. The sun was setting, you took this as the perfect opportunity to go for a walk in the park. You walked around, enjoying nature. Eventually, you came near the tennis courts, not that you cared about tennis that much anymore.

Just as you were about to continue your walk, you heard a commotion from one of the courts. You peeked and your eyes widened. It was Art. He was sitting down, clearly just got done practicing. He was shirtless, black shorts, his blonde hair sweaty. You were stuck, what do you do? After years of trying to find him, here he is. He was still so handsome. He was more muscular now, and his Stanford curls were now mainly gone.