What Kind of Job

April's POV.
The streets are so crowded here in Toronto. I'm used to a bit busy but not like this. I think after living here a month you'd be a professional football player. You know good at pushing through people. Maybe it wasn't funny but I'm kind of tired. I had a crazy day at work after losing precious sleep time due to a late practice the previous night.
Finally, I can see my building, it's still about a block away but I'm about ready to die. It's only been two weeks and I already hate it here. It's been a stressful time and I can't take anymore rude Torontonians right now, I might cry.
I get to the elevator and I'm relieved! Knowing my luck something bad could still end up happening.
I'm right because the second the door opens a man runs into me knocking me down. In an instant he catches me. He may have caught me but I'm still gonna cry.
I start crying and he takes off the sunglasses that I just noticed him wearing. His eyes are a beautiful blue. "Hey, I'm so sorry, I wasn't really watching where I was going and I really should have been." He actually sounds concerned.
"It's not you I'm just having a rough time adjusting, that was just my breaking point." I managed to choke out.
"Let's get you to your apartment" he says helping me up
"I'm fine" I say pushing his hand away
"What kind of person would I be if I just left you after that." He smiles. He has a nice smile and it somehow cheers me up a bit.
"You'd just be like anybody else in this town."
"I wasn't raised here." He says pressing the elevator button
"Where are you from?" I ask just as the elevator opens
"Manitoba. What floor?"
"4" I answer and he presses the four button "Why do you live here? Like why do you stay?"
"Work. I have a feeling you're pretty new here." He smiles again
"Yep, what gave it away?" I say returning the smile
"Pretty much everything!" This time he laughed. The door opened. It's my floor.
"Well thank you for walking me to my floor. Oh, and thank you for cheering me up too."
"I was planning on taking you right to your apartment, you know as long as you don't mind!"
"No, but weren't you going somewhere?"
"Just for a jog. That can wait."
"Ok." He is the nicest person and has just made me feel great.
"What's your name?"
Oh my goodness my name, we've been talking for how long and we haven't exchanged names yet."April, what's yours?" He looks confused for a second then a smile appears on his face. He does that a lot.
"James!" We get to my apartment. I open the door and invite him in.
"Do you want anything to drink James?"
"I'm fine thank you. You know I never found out your story. Where are you from, why are you here."
"I'm from British Columbia and I'm here for a sports team." He looks quite surprised now. "What do I not look like a sports player?"
"It's not that, I just didn't expect that. People don't tend to move for sports unless they're professional. Wait are you professional?"
"No, it's just the team needed a player. I wasn't on a team and I wanted to see if I could get it. I also wanted some change. Honestly I didn't think I'd make the team but when I did I moved in here."
"What do you play?"
I feel like such an idiot, I'm leaving everything out. Did I mention I'm tierd?"Basketball" I say, my voice a little shaky.
"You sound unsure" he says with a little laugh almost like a giggle which makes me laugh.
"No just tired."
"Well I'll let you sleep." He says standing up.
"Do you want to maybe talk later?"
"Sure"
We exchanged numbers and then he left.

Notes

This is my first Fanfiction. I'm not the best writer and I'm only 15. I'm absolutely obsessed with goalies! I would love suggestions, to make me a better writer. Just one thing, please don't be rude to me!