Lying on an examination table, Chloé was doing the best she could not to gasp as the grey hair and bear medic, Billy, removed rocks and dirt from her legs. If she was about to doze off during the car ride getting them to the United Center, the alcohol patted on her skin got her completely awake. She was focusing on her breathing as the burning sensation was coming back one more time on her leg knee.

‘’It is almost over, said Billy. You are taking the alcohol cotton balls much better than many big guys I see in here, young lady.’’

-Bunch of wussies, huh? Joked Chloé, repressing a gasp as she plunged her nails into the examination table cushion.
-Unbelievable. Crying out for their mommies all the time, winked Billy.
-I won’t laugh too much at them though. They were really nice getting me here for a check up. A bit persistent, but nice.
-About that, don’t you want to call somebody, to advise them you are here? Someone must worry about you, disappearing in the streets of Chicago for hours.
-Not really. I just moved here a few weeks ago by myself... and I don’t think my landlord and I are THAT close yet, laughed Chloé.
-A pretty little lady like you, single? I don’t believe it.
-Well, Mister Billy, you’d totally have a shot if you were just a couple of years younger... and had not been dripping 90% alcohol on my scratched knee for the past 15 minutes, aaaaaargh.
-You are all done, miss, laughed Billy, throwing away stained cotton linens. That will not accessorize perfectly with a pretty dress for the next day, but at least you got rid of all the dirt.

As Chloé sat up on the table, she caught a glimpse of Jonathan, standing in the doorway, arms crossed on his chest. How long has Jonathan been there? Chloé was trying to recap her rambling to Billy, trying to figure out what stupid stuff he could have heard, while gathering her phone and the remains of her liter of chocolate milk.

‘’Thank you, Billy, smiled Chloé, hugging the kind old manThank you very much.’’

-It was nothing sweetie. Everything for these boys, anyways, he said, pointing at Jonathan and Patrick, who just walked in at that moment.

-All patched up? Let’s get you home than, smile Patrick.
-Listen, guys, it is really appreciated, but I’ll just take a cab. You’ve done more than enough. I already feel like I owe you, and I still don’t know how I’ll be able to repay this chocolate milk treat, said Chloé. Could you just show me the way out?
-You sure? Okay, a guy has to know when to stop pushing...!
-This way, said Jonathan, leading the trio along a hallway.
-Ah, crap, I forgot my cell phone in the kitchen area, said suddenly Patrick, coming to a halt.
-I’ll get her out, go get your phone and meet me at the car. We need to go, I want to take a nap before the game, responded Jonathan to his friend.
-Alright, alright... Well, Chloé, it was nice meeting you. Sorry again, said Patrick, a pity smile on his face.
-Don’t worry about it. It’s al forgotten. Except for my knees, my knee will remember for a few days, joked Chloé.

Patrick busted in laughters before turning around and heading off in the opposite direction in a jog. Chloé and Jonathan were resuming their walk to the exit when Patrick screamed, still jogging; ‘’Talking about cell phone, you should give Amanda a call, Jonny! She’s probably freaking out, wondering what you are up to!’’

-Yeah, yeah, mumbled Jonathan.

He had a girlfriend. Of course he had a girlfriend, thought Chloé, quickly glancing at the men walking by her side. A young, good looking and kind hockey superstar had to have a girlfriend. Probably a supermodel girlfriend. She quickly brushed those thoughts of her mind as she heard Jonathan ask ‘’You know your way back to your place?’’

-Absolutely not. I have the worst orientation skills. I do hope the cab driver knows his way, though, laughed the girl, pushing the door in front of her and stepping out outside.
-Patrick said he called a cab, should be here any minute. But no orientation skills and new to the town? This must be fun times for you, said Jonathan, smiling.
-Google map and my smartphone are my two new best friends!, responded Chloé, waving the phone she was holding in her right hand.
- Here, hand me your phone, he said, extending his hand.

Jonathan took the phone that Chloé placed in his hand and started typing something on it, under the curious look of Chloé. He was really good looking. Muscular, but not too much. And was lean and tall. Oh, and right, had a girlfriend. Right.

‘’I hope you are not blocking google map as a joke or something, because I am going to kill you’’

-Don’t worry about it, laughed Jonathan. Here, I put my phone number in there. If you’re lost or need hints on some good place to try in town, send me a text.
-Oh. Hmm. Thanks. That is really nice of you, responded Chloé, smiling, when their eyes met when he handed her phone back.

Her eyes are really amazing, thought Jonathan as he handed her phone. Their hands were both suspended in the air, both still holding on the phone for a few seconds, as he was still trying to figure out her eyes colors. As she softly pulled on her phone to release it from his hold, he got lightly startled. Right, let go of her phone, jackass.

‘’I think that is my cab’’, said Chloé, pointing with her chin at the car driving in their directing, glad to escape that peculiar moment. She had enough of awkward moments for, let's say, a week. Or two.

-Yeah. Right. Your cab.
-Well, thank you again. For everything, said Chloé, climbing in the back seat of the car. Good luck for the game tonight. But don’t play too well.
-Don’t play too well? Why? Asked Jonathan, surprised by this odd request.

-Well. You’re playing Montréal, dude. I might have forgotten to say I’m a Habs fan, said Chloé, winking, as the cab took off.

Notes

New chaper. Sorry for the typos and english mistakes. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. Feel free to comment :)