Ilya stopped peddling and dismounted. He turned toward Luca, who looked terrified.
“Hello?” Ilya said.
“Sorry,” Luca said in his crisp Swiss-German accent. Unlike when Ilya had been a rookie, Luca’s English was nearly perfect. “Was I staring?”
Ilya smiled. “I look good on a bike. I understand.”
Luca’s pale, baby-smooth face turned pink. “No! I wasn’t—”
“Was a joke.” Ilya walked toward him. “You are here alone?”
“Yes. I like the quiet, sometimes.”
Ilya sat on the weight bench beside him. “I understand that.”
“If you want to be alone I can—”
“No, no. Is not what I meant.” Ilya smiled at him. “You seem a bit scared of me.”
“I still can’t believe we are on the same team.”
Ilya chuckled. “How long until you believe it?”
“Years, maybe?”
Ilya held out his hand. “Ilya Rozanov. Normal guy. Nice to meet you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Luca shook his hand. “Luca Haas. Embarrassing fanboy.”
Ilya gestured to the weight bench a few feet away, and Luca sat facing him.
“How do you like Ottawa?” Ilya asked.
“In some ways it reminds me of Zurich, but in others it is very different.”
Ilya nodded. He’d been to Zurich once and remembered the river that wound through the city, the low buildings, and the museums. He could see the similarities.
“Was it hard for you?” Luca asked. “When you left home?”
Ilya answered honestly. “No. I couldn’t wait.”
“Oh.” Luca frowned at his folded hands.
“But,” Ilya amended, “there was...adjustments. It was not so easy, with the language and the culture. I had no Russian teammates, and, like you, there was many expectations for me to be great right away.”
Luca nodded. “Yes. It’s a lot of pressure.”
“Iwasgreat right away. Made it easier,” Ilya joked.
Luca laughed. “That would help.”
Ilya stretched out a foot and nudged Luca’s sneaker. “You are also doing great. The fans love you. You see how much Harris posts about you. Can’t get enough. I see Haas jerseys all over town.” That was a bit of an exaggeration. He’d seen two.
“Thank you.”
A silence fell between them that was interrupted by Ilya’s favorite sound: a dog barking.
He stood and looked toward the door of the gym. “Is that Chiron?” he called out.
