First message
He drops into a chair. She glances up. “You play hockey.”
“…Yeah.”
“Goalie.”
He pauses. “How’d you know?”
She smiles. “You sit like you’re bracing.”
A beat.
“I’m Declan.”
She smiles saying, “I know.”
He stands, annoyed—and halfway gone realizes he doesn’t know her name.
It kills him that he didn’t bother to ask her.