“Hello?”
“Hi, is this umm Sidney?”
“Yea, who is this?”
God I am stupid. He probably thinks I am some stalker girl.
“Maddie, so umm the girls canceled on me and I was wondering…”
“Yea, sweet, okay um I just walked out of the restaurant so are you close to it?”
“Right across the street actually.”
“Really?! Cool so I can just walk across the street then.”
“Okay so bye?”
“Bye”
I watched as his figure waved goodbye to the good, and look both ways to make sure it was okay to cross the street.
“Hi” he said breathlessly.
“Hi, do you have any idea what you want to do while you are in New York?
“Not a clue.” He said softly.
“Why are you whispering?” I whisper.
“Sorry. So umm what is there to do here?” He said, his voice normal now.
As he said it a double decker bus flew past us.
“I have a perfect idea.” I said while a smile plastered on my face.
I lead him to a bus stop and we both climbed to the top in the back. When we sat down I actually studied him. He was wearing a RBK baseball hat with a sweatshirt on.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked.
“hmmm? Oh no haha no.”
“Oh.”
This was awkward.
“Have you every toured New York?”
“I can tell you where two things are, Madison Square Garden, and our hotel”
I couldn’t keep my laughter in. “phhhaahahha, you are a hockey player.”
“What?”
“Well on your left, that’s where like the Lion King is performed. Like Broadway? Oh and over there that is Planet Hollywood. Really good there.”
“I wish I came to New York more often.”
“It’s a great city.”
We rode in more silence when we arrived at Central Park I deceived that maybe it would be less painful if we were walking.
“Let’s get off.”
“Okay”
When we started to walk up the bus Sidney pulled his hat down farther. When we entered the park though he pulled it up and wore it like a normal person would.
We started strolling through the park. The silence between us was unbearable.
“Tell me about yourself.” I asked half demanded.
“Well umm I am from Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, Canada. I have a little sister; Taylor. My mom’s name is Trina, and my father’s name is Troy, I have two grandmothers. Oh and I have a dog, her name is Sam. I left home when I was fifteen and went to St. Mary’s then to Rimouski to play junior, and then I ended up in Pitt.”
“That’s a great life story.” I said starting to get cold.
“Are you cold? Here.” He said while taking off his sweatshirt. “What about you? What’s your life story?” He asked while putting his sweatshirt over my shoulders.
“Well I grew up in Lake Placid, you know, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!, I am an only child, but I have a cousin who is twelve. My parents are Bill and Patti. That’s really it.”
“Did you play hockey.”
Ohshit.
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