Art isn’t stupid by any means. He’s a pretty good student given he is a full time tennis player, part time honorary frat boy, and part time student. It’s just that school and studying aren’t at the top of his priorities. He’d rather be at the courts practicing his backhand or at a party charming the pants of another sorority girl.

His grades have been slipping and his coach warned him that if he can’t improve them, he’ll have to take a break from tennis. Art begrudgingly decided to seek out a tutor to help him with his studies because he wasn’t going through this alone. He just couldn’t.

You had been Art’s tutor for about two months now and slowly his grades had started to improve. You two didn’t talk much outside of the weekly study sessions because your social circles were vastly different. One night while you’re laying in bed you get a text from Art which was highly unusual. He never texted you unless it was about homework and you doubt he was doing homework on a Friday night.

Are you free right now?