Page 18 of Hat Trick Holidate

Someone who loves the holidays

A hard worker

What I don’t want:

A professional athlete.

A pilot.

Egomaniac

No therapists or counselors.

Guys under six feet tall.

Quickly, we review each other’s profiles.

“No therapists?” Roman asks.

“I don’t want someone analyzing me all of the time.”

“But you put counselor as your occupation.”

“Yeah, I should take that out. I don’t need to hear someone else’s baggage. Speaking of which, I need to get to school, sign paperwork, and get my badge.”

I look through his profile and see that he put, “A woman who wants kids right away.” I smile. “Roman, the woman who wins your heart will be more than you’ve ever dreamed of. I’m not sure she’ll come from the dating app, but it’sworth a try.” I give Roman a peck on the cheek and head to Admire Academy.

After meeting with the human resources director, I’m ready to start my new job as the after-school counselor. A new lanyard and badge hang from my neck. A clipboard containing the children’s pictures, names, and ages sits firmly in my hand.

This job includes playing games with the kids. They have to trust you before they open up. This school is expensive, so I don’t expect any of the kids to have major issues, but you never know. Perusing the list, I see two kids with the last name Cross on the list who stay for the afterschool program on Wednesdays. It makes me wonder if it’s Reed Cross’ children, who plays on the Jets.

When the last bell rings, the kids flood into the gym where I’ve set up cones. I divide them up into four teams as I happily listen to their chatter. It’s so hard to be quiet all day in school. I would do fun things with the students all the time if I were a teacher.

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