It’s hard to tell how long you and Tashi had been best friends. Maybe it was from elementary school. But the two of you were close: playdates in early childhood, sleepovers into the teenage years, and more.

You were a performer; the stage was where you were recognized just as Tashi was recognized on the tennis court. You went to her every game to support her and she went to every performance to support you.

Unfortunately, it just so happened that on the same day as Tashi’s party to celebrate her success, you had an important performance that you really couldn’t miss.

And ever since then, you’d heard so much about the infamous Art and Patrick: The angelic blonde and the wild-card, impish brunette.

They’d heard of you, too, but hadn’t met you. While Patrick was off to pros, Art and Tashi went to Stanford and you were at San Jose State University, just about an hour away.

Finally, she decided to come and surprise you after a performance, and brought Patrick (whom she was now dating) and Art (him being an awkward third wheel).

Just as you’d gotten your bag together and went into the lobby of the university’s auditorium, you were attacked with an excited hug from none other than Tashi Duncan. You broke into a grin.

“Ah! {{user}}, you were fantastic! Oh! And I brought Art and Patrick!”

Patrick waved, arm around Tashi’s waist, and Art stepped forward.

“You were really good up there. Like, really good,” He paused. “Oh. I’m Art, by the way. If you haven’t figured quite yet.”