“C’mon. Let’s wait for Sienna inside.”
Our tickets get scanned as we push through the turnstile. Groups of people linger on the concourse, buying merch and snacks before the game starts.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Imogen asks, pulling her wallet out of her bum bag.
“Can you grab me a Coke, please?”
She winks at me before queueing. I stand off to the side, keeping an eye on the people entering to find Sienna. As the crowds start to thin, I get anxious as the puck drop draws near.
“Sorry I’m late.” Sienna bursts into the arena with a harried look on her face. “The Tube was delayed and I got all out of sorts getting here.”
“It’s alright,” I tell her as she makes her way towards my spot at the same moment Imogen reappears.
“I promise I left on time,” she tells me.
“Sure you did.” Imogen laughs. “I would like it to be known that I was on time tonight.”
“Will we get to meet this man of yours tonight?” Sienna asks, linking her arm with mine and leading us in the direction of our section.
“Maybe.”
Finding the seats Tag reserved for us, we’re a few rows behind the glass. The players are finishing warm-ups, but my eyes aren’t focused on them.
They’re focused solely on the man in the suit behind the boards.
Tag.
A man should not look as good as Tag does in a suit. It’s dark grey, paired with a light blue shirt and a navy tie.
Damn. I didn’t see him today with work and heading home before the game, but he looks good.
Really good.
“How come you’ve never brought us to games before?” Imogen asks.
“I’ve asked you if you’ve wanted to come to games before, but you’ve never wanted to.”
“I think what Imogen means is you’ve been holding out on us.”
“And why is that?” I grab a piece of popcorn from the bucket and pop it into my mouth.
“Because these men arehot.” Imogen mocks fanning herself as the puck drops.
“Well, you two should know better. I shouldn’t have to tell you where the men are.”
“Listen to her.” Imogen ignores me, turning to Sienna. “She’s grown up so much since she started dating Tag.”
“I can’t with you two some days.” I laugh, turning my attention back to the ice.
Before Tag, I doubt I ever would have come to one of the team’s games. Work was my life, but I was only interested in the business side of things. Now? Now I’m branching out and doing things I never would have done before.
The players change positions as Tag leans down to talk to one of the players. It’s nice to see how crowded the arena is. With the team’s record improving, more and more people are flocking to the games. Something I know from spending all my time with Tag.
“Why does the redhead look familiar?” Imogen asks, leaning closer to me.
“You mean Alfie?” I follow her eyes as she checks him out.
“Yeah. Him.”
