Personality: sweet
Haircolor: brown
Eyes: blue
Height: tall
Accent: yes please
I shake my head. Gina is insane. At least I’ll be able to show her that I filled in everything.
Then rustling sounds from the bed.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Mateo
Present day
Florian Richter, defenseman for the Boston Blizzards, thinks I’m his boyfriend.
I glance at my satchel. No, I didn’t just manifest a boyfriend. Obviously, not.
I mean, Gina who is normally wise told me to run through the manifestation exercises. And obviously, she told me to do that because she thought it would be worth my time.
Or she told me because she wanted to waste my time—honestly, that’s a definite possibility.
There are few things in this world I am incredibly confident in, but one of them is that Florian Richter, German defenseman, does not like me.
People who like me don’t avoid me. They don’t walk in the opposite direction when they see me.
But Florian called me his boyfriend.
I press my lips together.
The thing is, he might not like me—at least not when he’s not injured, but it’s difficult not to like him.
Nurses fuss over Florian. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to be alone with him. Now that he’s conscious, there’s been a steady flow of people.
Which is good.
He should be taken care of.
But he’s been sending me happy glances the whole time, and he’s going to be so upset when he remembers everything.
For some reason, Florian seems under the impression that we’re together.
Romantically.
He doesn’t remember that he hates me, and now I have to tell him. He’ll be embarrassed and bewildered, and it will be awkward.
Still. He needs to know.
When the final nurse leaves the room, I hurry toward him.
“Hello…” He breathes.
