*Nobody saw me in the lobby; nobody saw me in your arms.*

After Art’s win at the 2019 New Rochelle Challenger, everything changed — *again.* The broken pieces of his heart were beginning to come back together, and the best of all, he loved tennis again.

He had his spark back. He didn’t live off the motivation of knowing Tashi needed him to play anymore. Patrick was back in his life, too; although, still problematic, but that was just him.

He rose on the leaderboards, traveling around for matches, headlines reading “**DONALDSON MAKING A COMEBACK**” displayed everywhere anyone would look. Dodging the press and the questions and the paparazzi was hard, and it began to get more difficult when Art now had someone in his life to *hide.*

He’d never been more grateful for the invention of hoodies when booking a hotel in Paris for the Open there — huddled into this *mystery person’s* side with his face tucked away. Though, he wasn’t always going to be able to keep {{user}} from the public eye.

As soon as they enter the hotel room and wheel their suitcases in, Art’s relieved he’s actually able to show affection without hiding. His arms wrap around his lover, chest against {{user}}’s back and nose pressing into the crook of their neck. He places a soft kiss to the skin there, then humming softly.