Plus, I love waffles.They feel like a special breakfast,Evie says.
Sinc nods.Andy used to come here with her friends whenever they had something to celebrate.
Thankfully, Evie asks Sinc about Andy, his favourite topic.In my opinion, his girlfriend needs to visit more so he can obsess about her less.
I tune back in when I hear Sinc mention the wordtransfer.
Transfer where?I ask.
He flushes.It’s not for sure.But the coach at the University of Minnesota is interested.A lot of his defensemen are graduating.
Coty whistles.That’s D1.Be a big promotion for you.Monarch is a D3 hockey school, while Minnesota competes at the highest level.
Sinc nods.I’m really torn, though.I’d like to be closer to Andy, but everything’s great with the Mustangs.You transferred before, right, Zee?
I give a short nod.
Evie’s gaze fixes on me.When was that?
After freshman year,I reply.
Coty nods.We couldn’t believe it.The guy’s D1 and so fucking skilled.Why was he coming here instead of one of the D1 schools who must have been thirsting for him?
I sigh, this is not something I want to get into.I wanted to play for Coach Norman.He’d tried to recruit me, and he was a good coach with high standards.He wasn’t one of those assholes who put winning over people.Yet here we are vying for first place, so good guys don’t always finish last.
Was it hard to change schools?Sinc asks.What do you think I should do?
Transferring is tough, but now that NCAA rules have changed, it’s getting a lot more common.But it’s a good situation here, and you might not be as lucky somewhere else.Especially a place where the competition is amped up.
Sinc nods.I make a mental note to have a one-on-one chat with him later.It’s a big decision.Playing D1 would help Sinc extend his hockey career after graduating, but he’s a sensitive guy and I’d hate to see him go to a program that wasn’t a good fit for him.
My phone keeps vibrating, so I take a quick look and then put it face down on the table.
Whose calls are you ignoring now?Coty asks.
Sid Novak.I take another sip of coffee.
Coty nods.Oh.Your advisor.
Your academic advisor?asks Evie.
Nope, it’s another name for an agent, if we’re still pretending that NCAA athletes aren’t professionals,Coty says.
Do all of you have advisors?she asks.
At our level, just the superstars like Zee.Coty snickers, but Evie turns to me wide-eyed.
I didn’t know you were going to pursue hockey after college.
I’m not.That’s why I’m ignoring his calls,I say.
Our waffles arrive.Evie’s are heaped with fruit and whipped cream, and she’s adorably excited.My imagination goes to dabbing whipped cream over Evie’s sensitive nipples and licking it off.And when she gets whipped cream on her upper lip, I point it out so I can watch her pink tongue lick it off.
Could you knock off the public foreplay?Coty mutters.Some of us are having a dry spell.
He should just be happy that I didn’t remove the whipped cream and make her suck it off my finger like I really wanted.Jesus.We fucked an hour ago, and I’m ready to go again.
What does your advisor want?Evie asks as we take a post-brunch walk.
