the door to the restaurant, and we’re seated right away. When she picks up the menu, it doesn’t really look like she’s reading it. More like she’s pretending.
“Know what you want?”
“Umm. I might just get water, I’m not really that hungry.”
“No way! You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
“Fine! Okay okay, ummm let me see.”
When the waitress comes over to take our order, Elli tells me to go first since she’s not ready. I order my burger and when I look over to her, she hesitantly orders a grilled chicken salad.
“Are you sure? They have awesome burgers here.”
“Yea I’m sure! I told you I’m not really all that hungry.”
“Well, it’s better than just you drinking water while watching me eat.”
“Yea, I know.”
Her eyes are wandering like she doesn’t know what to say next. When her stare lands on the pool table, she looks back at me and raises an eyebrow. “Want to play?”
“Are you going to hustle me like you attempted to last night?”
Laughing, she shakes her head no. “I’m actually not all that good at pool, but it’s fun.”
“Alright, one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Every time I sink one, you have to answer one of my questions.”
“Uh-oh. What kind of questions?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
“Fine, but the same goes for you.”
“Deal.”
We walk over to the empty pool table. “Have I mentioned I love your sweatshirt?”
“Why thank you. Tegan’s idea.”
Tegan seems to have a lot of good ideas tonight. “I like my team’s colors on you.”
“You know, I think you try to make me blush every chance you get.”
“Guilty.”
She grabs the cue sticks and hands me one. “You want to break first?”
“I’ll let you go for it. Gotta measure up my competition.”
“Suit yourself. I’m telling you, I’m not very good.”
I rack up the balls and she goes to make her first shot, sinking a striped ball.
“How come I don’t believe you?” I ask.
“Lucky shot?”
“Sure it was.”
“So I get a question now right?”
“Yes ma’am. Ask away.”
“How long have you been playing hockey?”
“I was in skates before I could walk. My dad loves it, but he never got the chance to play when he was younger. So when my parents had me, they didn’t just throw me in soccer or baseball like the rest of the boys my age. And I’m glad they didn’t."
She takes her next turn and misses the shot she was going for by a few centimeters. I go in to take my shot, and sink a solid in the right corner pocket.
“My turn.”
“Oh joy. Alright, go for it.”
“What are you studying?”
“Digital Art and Design.”
“Oh so you’re an artist?”
“Yea, always have been. But I knew I didn’t want to go to school for traditional art. I like to draw, but there's much more of a job field for graphic designers."
“That’s awesome. You’re going to have to show me your work now. Hey, you think you could draw me?”
“Why is that always the first thing people ask when they figure out I can draw?”
Smiling, I go to take my next shot and sink another solid.
“How come I feel like I’m going to be doing a lot of talking?”
“Because you are. Next question. Tell me something no one else knows about you.”
“That’s not a question!”
” Will you tell me something no one else knows about you?”
“So I have the option to say no?”
“Technically, but what fun would that be?”
“Hmm, okay let me think.”
As I wait for her answer, I see the waitress bring our drinks to the table and look around to see where we went. I wave her over to where we’re playing and she puts the drinks down on a bar stool near us, before returning to the kitchen.
“Ok I think I’ve got something. But you can not tell a soul!”
“Not a word will be spoken. Promise.”
“I am so going to regret this. Okay, I totally have a guilty pleasure for country music. Please don’t judge me.”
I look at her with the most
“Know what you want?”
“Umm. I might just get water, I’m not really that hungry.”
“No way! You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
“Fine! Okay okay, ummm let me see.”
When the waitress comes over to take our order, Elli tells me to go first since she’s not ready. I order my burger and when I look over to her, she hesitantly orders a grilled chicken salad.
“Are you sure? They have awesome burgers here.”
“Yea I’m sure! I told you I’m not really all that hungry.”
“Well, it’s better than just you drinking water while watching me eat.”
“Yea, I know.”
Her eyes are wandering like she doesn’t know what to say next. When her stare lands on the pool table, she looks back at me and raises an eyebrow. “Want to play?”
“Are you going to hustle me like you attempted to last night?”
Laughing, she shakes her head no. “I’m actually not all that good at pool, but it’s fun.”
“Alright, one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Every time I sink one, you have to answer one of my questions.”
“Uh-oh. What kind of questions?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
“Fine, but the same goes for you.”
“Deal.”
We walk over to the empty pool table. “Have I mentioned I love your sweatshirt?”
“Why thank you. Tegan’s idea.”
Tegan seems to have a lot of good ideas tonight. “I like my team’s colors on you.”
“You know, I think you try to make me blush every chance you get.”
“Guilty.”
She grabs the cue sticks and hands me one. “You want to break first?”
“I’ll let you go for it. Gotta measure up my competition.”
“Suit yourself. I’m telling you, I’m not very good.”
I rack up the balls and she goes to make her first shot, sinking a striped ball.
“How come I don’t believe you?” I ask.
“Lucky shot?”
“Sure it was.”
“So I get a question now right?”
“Yes ma’am. Ask away.”
“How long have you been playing hockey?”
“I was in skates before I could walk. My dad loves it, but he never got the chance to play when he was younger. So when my parents had me, they didn’t just throw me in soccer or baseball like the rest of the boys my age. And I’m glad they didn’t."
She takes her next turn and misses the shot she was going for by a few centimeters. I go in to take my shot, and sink a solid in the right corner pocket.
“My turn.”
“Oh joy. Alright, go for it.”
“What are you studying?”
“Digital Art and Design.”
“Oh so you’re an artist?”
“Yea, always have been. But I knew I didn’t want to go to school for traditional art. I like to draw, but there's much more of a job field for graphic designers."
“That’s awesome. You’re going to have to show me your work now. Hey, you think you could draw me?”
“Why is that always the first thing people ask when they figure out I can draw?”
Smiling, I go to take my next shot and sink another solid.
“How come I feel like I’m going to be doing a lot of talking?”
“Because you are. Next question. Tell me something no one else knows about you.”
“That’s not a question!”
” Will you tell me something no one else knows about you?”
“So I have the option to say no?”
“Technically, but what fun would that be?”
“Hmm, okay let me think.”
As I wait for her answer, I see the waitress bring our drinks to the table and look around to see where we went. I wave her over to where we’re playing and she puts the drinks down on a bar stool near us, before returning to the kitchen.
“Ok I think I’ve got something. But you can not tell a soul!”
“Not a word will be spoken. Promise.”
“I am so going to regret this. Okay, I totally have a guilty pleasure for country music. Please don’t judge me.”
I look at her with the most
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