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looks up with satisfaction in her eyes.
    "Elli."
    "What?"
    "My name is Elli."
    "It's nice to meet you Elli."
    Smirking. I'm smirking. I must look like a complete idiot.
     
    "So do I continue to call you Mr. Hockey? Or are you going to tell me your name?"
    "That wasn't part of our deal, Elli."
     
    Her shocked face is priceless. I look down and see her playing with her fingers that are slightly hidden by her sleeves. I think I make her nervous.
     
    "Dylan."
    The relief on her face is quickly masked by a smile.
     
    "Where'd you learn to skate like that?"
    "I've been skating since I was little. Just recreational. My brother plays travel hockey."
     
    So that must be her brothers team on her hoodie. Good, that means it may not be a boyfriends.
     
    "That's awesome! Where does he play?"
    "Back home. I'm from New York."
     
    Woahh. A little far from home?
     
    "What are you doing in Florida then?"
    "I go to Winter Park University."
    "Me too."
    "Really? I would have never guessed!"
     
    She looks down at my sweat pants that say Winter Park Wolves Hockey and I quickly pick up on her sarcasm.
     
    "Ha ha very funny."
     
    We fall into an easy skate with surprisingly comfortable silence. Like she's thinking about what to say next. So again, I help her out.
     
    "I don't remember the last time I skated without equipment."

    Just when she’s about to answer, her phone starts ringing. She looks down to see who’s calling and an annoyed look takes over her features. She mouths a ‘sorry’ to me as she presses answer, and I give her an encouraging smile.

    “Yes Tegan. Wait slow down. What? Are you okay? Yea I’ll be home in a little bit. No, I just ran out. Yes, I’m fine. Ill see you in a few. Yes I’ll pick up your popcorn. Bye."

    “Everything ok?" I ask.
    “Yea my best friend slash roommate went to this party tonight and now she’s calling for a movie night. Which means the guy she was with cheated on her. She’s a little wild that one."
    “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Logan’s party would you?"
    “Yes I would be. Logan also being said cheater."
    “I could have warned her about that one. He gets around. Don’t let her get upset over it."

    She looks up to me with a puzzled look on her face. I realize her short frame only comes up to about my chest. We start skating towards the bench where we left our shoes and start unlacing our skates.

    “I’ll tell her you said that, but it’s nothing I haven’t told her before."
    “So why didn’t you go to the party?"

    She looks down when she says “Well, I don’t drink, and I’m just not into that scene. I know, weird. But I don’t have a problem with anybody that does it, it’s just not for me."

    “I get it. I don’t like going out much either. If I went to the amount of parties the rest of the guys from the team went too, I wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone skate. They’re all actually at Logan’s now."

    Finally looking back up, relief washes over her. Did she think I was going to judge her for not drinking and partying?

    Both of us finish tying our shoes and we make our way towards the door.

    “I have to go and tell Chris he can lock up."
    “Mind if I wait for you? I’d like to walk you out to your car if it’s ok."
    “Oh, you don’t have to! You’re probably exhausted."
    “No, I’m fine, really. This lot is extremely creepy at night."
    “I’m with you on that one. I think I watch too much Supernatural. I always feel like something is watching me."
    “Well I don’t have any salt, but I’ll keep a lookout."

    A huge grin covers her face, I’m guessing with the fact that I watch the show. I binged on the series when I broke my arm in a game a few years ago. Ever since, I’ve kept up with it and look forward to a night in when it comes on.

    “Do you want to go get your phone while I tell Chris?"
    “Oh! I completely forgot. Yea, that’s cool. I’ll be right back."

    I run off to the locker room, pick up my phone that was