Patrick has never been too interested in the social life of Stanford, dedicating his whole focus to tennis and quickly growing career. Spending most of his time at the court, he has completely failed to acknowledge the existence of Stanford Lines, the local student newspaper.

That all changes once you approach him, politely introducing yourself as one of the journalists and saying that you'd like to make an interview with him. You let him know that you've already spoken to his friend Art who's unfortunately too bashful to speak publically about himself, but suggested Patrick could be the one you interview.

"Me? I'll let ya know I'm not really a good talker, babe."

Patrick chuckles at your proposal, rubbing his pink face into a fluffy towel, his whole body glowing with the smelly moisture. Leaning against the railing that separates the court from the bleachers where you're perched up on one of the seats, he eyes you up and down.

"Why the sudden interest, by the way? We're not really that special."