I’ll send you the details. There’ll be a ticket waiting for you.
What are your team colors?Eliot asked, knowing this was something he could look up, but not wanting to stop talking to Danny.
That’s… a more complicated question than you think it is. You could wear a little purple, though.
Violet, lavender, lilac, mauve…
‘Purple’ was a very broad description. There was a lot of purple in Eliot’s wardrobe, which he mostly reserved for the winter. Now that it was spring, he was sticking to earth tones.
Uh. Royal, I guess?Danny responded after a few moments. None of that means anything to me.
Eliot chuckled at that. Of course Danny didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.
Royal is a good enough description. Thank you.
No problem,Danny texted back, a little thumbs-up emoji at the end. That was cute.
Eliot really didn’t want to think of Danny as cute, but he couldn’t help it. Danny was cute, in a way he could only appreciate now that he was well and truly out of high school and didn’t need to be afraid of guys like him anymore.
Or at least, mostly didn’t need to be afraid. Once it was common knowledge that they were dating, Danny would provide an extra layer of protection in a city that was fine most of the time, but had a nasty side, too.
Like all cities, Eliot supposed. People were people wherever you went, and a boy like him was going to run into the worst of them sooner or later.
Eliot took his glasses off and set his laptop aside, preparing for a short nap. He’d get back to the emails when his stomach woke him to demand that he eat something.
He also probably needed to learn something about hockey before he went to his first ever game. He at least wanted to be able to tell whether or not Danny’s team was winning.
