Page 129 of Waiting Game

Mia: But I watched the game at the bar tonight. No wonder your head is massive.

I grin. Still…

Me: Chuck’s is a baseball bar though. What are you doing watching hockey?

Mia: We’re diversifying.

Me: Diversifying into hockey?

Mia: Baseball season’s winding down. Revenues are dwindling so we gotta do something.

Me: Makes sense.

Me: You should have said. I could get you some jerseys for the wall. Get ‘em signed for you.

Mia: I can’t accept anything like that!

Me: Why can’t you lol?

Mia: Wouldn’t be fair.

Mia: Unless… I could reimburse you for them?

Me: Babe, I get free shit all the time.

Mia: It’s not right. I won’t take advantage of you like that.

What the fuck happened with Gracie, then?

I’m so tempted to goddamn ask, but I can’t.

The question is starting to fucking choke me. As well as charming and cheeky, we can add curious-as-shit to the list of adjectives that describe me.

Me: Do you even like hockey?

Mia: One of my staff does.

Me: LOL. That’s not an answer.

Mia: I thought you looked hot.

Me: /me is a hot hockey player

Mia: *snorts*

Me: Want me to dress up in my gear for you one night?

Mia: Not if you want in my pussy any time this year.

Me: *gasps*

Mia: You looked hot in it but you look hotter OUT of it so nah.

Me: I’m not offended anymore.

Mia: Good to know lol.

Me: Mind if I come see Chuck’s?

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