Shorthand

She was cute in a boyish sort of way, perhaps lesbian, Rock thought. He had come to the Arkansas-Little Rock sports information office at the Trojan Fieldhouse to interview her for a feature story he planned to write about one of her teammates on the school's women's basketball team. This particular player was no more than five feet tall and weighed perhaps a hundred pounds. She had short brunette hair, with bangs she frequently swept from her eyes.
Before Rock began the interview, he realized he had forgotten to bring a quote pad, but it occurred to him that he may have a left one years earlier in an office closet. He looked to find he indeed had. It appeared at a glance, and he opened it to see the names Tony Chime and Fred Summers scribbled on the first page. They were players from the early 1990s.
Rock was stunned. "Wow," he said. "Take a look at this."
He handed it to the player seated before him. "Have you ever heard of Tony Chime?"
Of course she hadn't. "How do you read this writing?" she said. "Is this shorthand?"