Page 11 of Waiting Game

Cole: Yes, Gray. Yes, I did. And WHAT a day. I swear angels sing when she talks. And her ass definitely deserves a poem dedicated to it.

Gray: *sighs*

Gray: You’ve been reading too much romance again.

Gray: Or did she blow you after your lesson? Is that what this is about?

Cole: No. Fuck, she’s pretty when she cries.

Gray: WHAT?!

Gray: YOU MADE HER CRY?!

Cole: No! Of course, I didn’t. You suck for thinking that.

Gray: What I know is that you’ve been with the Blue Demons for the past four seasons.

Gray: They recruit well-documented Neanderthals and romance books can only slow down the transmogrification so much.

Cole: Big word there, Gray.

Gray: *flips the bird*

Gray: I read too

Gray: Seriously, you need to suck up to the GM of the New York Stars so you can get your ass across the Hudson. Lucky for you, you should have an in soon lol.

Gray: They won. You see that?

Cole: By the skin of their teeth.

Gray: True.

Cole: Anyway, the Blue Demons aren’t THAT bad.

Gray: Yeah, says you, the blossoming Neanderthal.

Gray: The one saving grace is that you still wear lime green and hot pink together and think it’s a winning combination so they haven’t tainted you completely.

Cole: Why did I even bother talking to you about this?

Gray: I don’t know, Cole.

Gray: You clearly wanted to be insulted.

Gray: What is it about my face that makes people think they can tell me their secrets anyway?

Cole: This isn’t a secret.

Cole: I’ll shout it from the rooftops.

Cole: Also… color me intrigued. Which secrets? Whose secrets? What secrets?

Gray: Secret for a reason.

Gray: None of your beeswax.

Gray: So, the chick cried and you’ve fallen in love? We need to diversify your reading habits. When I said you read too much romance, you read too much fucking romance.

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